Thanks again to Spirit02 for editing and keeping me focused.
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Finally they were able to settle themselves and reluctantly disengaged themselves before looking to John. They were eager for more, when they heard a tiny voice call from across the room.
Standing in the doorway, her peasant dress hanging off one shoulder exposing a large naked breast, the nipple being casually wrenched as if she were twirling a lock of her rich black hair, was a beautiful Latin woman.
"Excuse me, the door was opened. John you were going to take me home?" she said, but it was more of a question.
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Concerned that Rocky's information may be out of date having spent the last seventy-seven years imprisoned within the Ring of Power, John reluctantly accepted his financial advice. That had been several days ago. Although he had his doubts, he hoped that he didn't reveal them. Even if Rocky was out touch, he's John D Rockefeller, one of the wealthiest men who ever lived, even a bad guess would be better than what he or Mark were capable of, not that John had money worries. But he was investing heavily in his projects and he didn't want to have to actively follow his investments. He preferred to leave that to his brokers.
However, his high school buddy Mark Taylor was becoming very proficient with finances and computer programming since John had given him a little boost. He had been subtle, Mark may not have known how John had amplified his curiosity and intellect, but he may be getting a little suspicious. John told him his educated guesses had been lucky but Mark knew it was more than that. The Boutique was now open in three major shopping malls and Cindy was spending her time commuting between the three. But she and Mark had ensured their employees were well trained and paid. So, despite the added responsibilities she wasn't working any harder and had time for relaxation from time to time.
For his part, John was simply a silent investor, willing to let Cindy buy him out whenever she was willing. The partnership was working well however; she loved the fact that the boutique was successful and she could finally have a life.
If the truth be known, it was probably due to the fact that she was finally well rested, that is when Mark wasn't fucking her silly that she began to notice a few little things. For example, that Mark seemed to be a little bigger than she remembered when they first got together. Also, he never seemed to tire and could cum as many times as she seemed to need him to without the number of his ejaculations dropping off. She attributed it to his youth. Not that she was complaining. But if she let him, he wouldn't stop fucking her until she would beg for him to stop and she'd walk funny for the next two days.
It was a good thing that he was taking classes at San Jose State University. She was worried when he first told her of his plans. She knew that she'd lose him to some young sexy coed with big tits and a nice ass. But, Mark told her he wasn't interested in anyone but her and proved it daily. She loved him, but she knew it wouldn't last. Nevertheless, she was happy to enjoy it for as long as it did.
John and Mark talked daily, usually just to update John on his cash flow and alert him to any financial changes he needed to know about.
So it came to John as a complete shock when Mark called to tell him how his latest investments had paid off better than they could have dreamed possible. "John, you are officially a tycoon," Mark told him. "Your net worth is now somewhere over 50 million dollars. Whoever is giving you stock market advice, don't let them go!"
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Ana hated cleaning the second story bedrooms and master suite, so it made no sense to the other maids when she traded duties and agreed to take it on full time. She was the senior maid having been employed just after Carmen and Maria left without giving notice. Ana was determined to find time to secretly use her employer's very special sex toy, the Sybian. The one time had changed her life and she was eager to try it again. She knew that she'd have to be very careful, so she planned on working very hard and as quickly as possible to make sure she could squeeze in her sessions.
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Drunk with power, he wallowed at his success. Who knew that he could turn an innocent teenage girl into a lesbian by his mere thoughts of seeing all those young women naked in the locker room? He continued to ride unnoticed by his hostess in the back of her mind. "She has a family, let's see how far we can take this," he thought.
She entered her home only a couple of miles from the high school. Like most teens her age she went to the fridge and pulled out the jug of milk and filled a glass. All that sex had made her thirsty. Her mind was still swimming with all the things she did with her girlfriend. "I guess she really is my girlfriend now isn't she." As she walked to her room she bumped into her older brother, almost spilling the half full glass of milk.
"Hey kid, watch where you're going, unless you want to be on your hands and knees cleaning up that mess? You know how mom is about eating in our rooms." Her older brother said as he stepped past her on the way from the bathroom to his bedroom.
Dr. Smith got an idea. He began to tell the young girl how much she loved her brother and had lusted after him for years. It is time to act on that lust. "Follow him into his room and make your move."
She remembered her earlier crush on her older brother. She did wonder what he was packing, she imagined it being a bit larger than average. She'd seen a glimpse or two of him when he was coming out of the bathroom having just finished a shower. Yes, it was time to find out just how big he was and if he knows how to please a girl.
She entered his room and closed the door, leaning on it. "What's up sis? Lose your way?"
She had a look on her face that he'd seen before, one of drunken lust. He'd seen it at a few of the frat parties he had attended. It worried him.
"Ahh what are you doing?" he asked as she began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her pink bra and flat stomach.
"What I have been dreaming of doing for a long time, dear brother." Discarding her blouse she lunged at him. But being larger than her and with a few years on the football team he easily knocked her away and yelled for her to cover up and behave herself.
"He's only playing hard to get," she realized as Dr. Smith whispered, "Lose the bra. Let him see what he's been missing." She stood and stared at him before she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of them.
