<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div><em>"Oh don't worry honey,"<br/></em><br/>She wasn’t, not really; it was all part of the game. Confidence wasn’t something Caroline lacked. In fact, it was probably the one of the few things she had going for her: confidence and a firm, plump rack.<br/><br/><em>"I've got no doubts that I'm going to enjoy every moment of the experience."</em><br/><br/>He approached her and Caroline’s lids went heavy with lust. The were a power about him that rich and powerful men often have. It was an aphrodisiac to Caroline and women like her. There were those who would fuck a man like this for free, try to latch on to him and live off of his power and wealth. Those, were gold diggers. Caroline wanted the money up front. Money for sex, if he likes the sex enough then maybe a connection or two … either way, they would both when. He’d get the hot piece of ass, no strings attached and Caroline was one step closer to where she wanted to be.<br/><br/><em>"Mmm.... I am definitely looking forward to the whole package.  Good thing you're all mine till morning."</em><br/><br/>She grinned, brightly before setting her own class down and sliding against him, all the way down to her knees. By the time she looked up, her eyes were wide with a well practiced innocence.<br/><br/>“Me too, Mr. Huntington.”<br/><br/>Her tongue flicked out across his cock, pulling the tip of the appendage into her mouth for a good, long suckling. When she popped him free, her cheeks were already flushing and her panties starting to get damp.<br/><br/>“Mind if I try out this package for just a little while?”