honest, he's had enough of the job!'
'Oh, I see. I hadn't actually decided to go elsewhere, it was just that...'
'Don't worry about it, Jonathan! If you give the contract
to Barry, fine - if you don't, it's not a problem!'
'You're quite a woman, aren't you? I thought that you'd be grovelling at my feet, playing the little hostess, doing your best to ...'
'No, no way! Look, why not decide what you're going to do about the contract? Get it over with now so that we can enjoy the evening.'
'The contract's his! I was only bluffing when i...'
'Yes, I know you were!' she grinned, parting her thighs again as she projected her hips forward, her tight dress hugging the contour of her young mound. 'Don't tell Barry just yet -let him sweat for a while!'
'But I thought he wasn't bothered?'
'I was bluffing, too!' she replied, an impish glint in her sparkling eyes. 'I'll go and see how he's getting on.'
Barry's forehead was lined, his face anguished as he turned to see Marianne in the kitchen doorway, 'Everything all right?' she asked.
'No, not really. I don't like the way things are going,' he replied angrily.
'What do you mean?'
'I don't know. This bloody contract is ...'
'Where is the contract?'
'I left it in the bloody office. I should have brought it home but, in my panic, I forgot.'
'Why don't you go and get it? Surely it would be better to get him to sign it this evening, if he agrees, that is?'
'What about the food?'
'You'll only be half an hour. We don't have to eat yet. Stick it back in the oven - I'll entertain him while you're gone.'
'Entertain him?' Barry echoed suspiciously.
Jealous, Barry? 'Yes, entertain him - look after him. You
go and get the contract, and I'll keep him happy.'
'I don't like this, Marianne!'
It's your own doing! 'Why ever not? What's the problem, Barry? You seem very worried, what's the matter?'
'He's a randy old sod. I don't want to leave you alone with him.'
'Don't you trust me? What do you think I'll do, flash my pussy at him?' After all, that is what you wanted me to do!
'I... I don't know. Of course I trust you, it's just that... Juxtaposition.'
Here we go again! Marianne thought excitedly, amazed by the unfathomable depths of Barry's jealousy. 'You'll not go anywhere near him!' he ordered. 'Don't even show him a bit of leg, and don't let him touch you! And put your bloody knickers on, you disobedient little bitch!' Whatever happened to the bit of cunt lip? she wondered sinfully.
'OK,' Barry smiled as he brought Marianne round. 'I'll go and get the contract. I'll be as quick as I can.'
'Right, I'll go and keep Brooke-Smith happy. I'll tell him that you've had to ...'
'Don't say anything about me, just chat to him. Oh, and try and get him to ...'
'I'll get him to give you the contract, Barry - don't worry! I know how to handle ...'
'Handle what? What are you up to?'
'Nothing! I don't know what's bothering you, I really don't! Go and get the contract and I'll deal with Brooke-Smith.'
Concealing a grin as Barry frowned and moved towards the door, Marianne was delighting in the game. His jealousy eating away inside him, she knew that he was regretting ever using the word - regretting ever trying to use her\
'Another drink?' Marianne asked Brooke-Smith as she entered the lounge. 'The food will be a little while yet.' 'Thanks,' he smiled, eyeing her thighs again, wondering, no doubt, why she wasn't wearing panties. 'Where's Barry?'
'Organizing things. He's good in the kitchen - shame he's not good in the bedroom!' she laughed, stunning her guest -and herself!
Jonathan shifted uneasily on the sofa, obviously wondering what sort of girl his hostess really was as she reclined in the armchair, blatantly exposing her pinken pussy-crack. Her stomach somersaulted and her heart fluttered as he focused his disbelieving eyes on her young slit.
'Are you married?' Marianne asked.
'Yes,' he replied, his eyes widening as they feasted on her open girlhood.
'We were going to get
'Oh, I see. I hadn't actually decided to go elsewhere, it was just that...'
'Don't worry about it, Jonathan! If you give the contract
to Barry, fine - if you don't, it's not a problem!'
'You're quite a woman, aren't you? I thought that you'd be grovelling at my feet, playing the little hostess, doing your best to ...'
'No, no way! Look, why not decide what you're going to do about the contract? Get it over with now so that we can enjoy the evening.'
'The contract's his! I was only bluffing when i...'
'Yes, I know you were!' she grinned, parting her thighs again as she projected her hips forward, her tight dress hugging the contour of her young mound. 'Don't tell Barry just yet -let him sweat for a while!'
'But I thought he wasn't bothered?'
'I was bluffing, too!' she replied, an impish glint in her sparkling eyes. 'I'll go and see how he's getting on.'
Barry's forehead was lined, his face anguished as he turned to see Marianne in the kitchen doorway, 'Everything all right?' she asked.
'No, not really. I don't like the way things are going,' he replied angrily.
'What do you mean?'
'I don't know. This bloody contract is ...'
'Where is the contract?'
'I left it in the bloody office. I should have brought it home but, in my panic, I forgot.'
'Why don't you go and get it? Surely it would be better to get him to sign it this evening, if he agrees, that is?'
'What about the food?'
'You'll only be half an hour. We don't have to eat yet. Stick it back in the oven - I'll entertain him while you're gone.'
'Entertain him?' Barry echoed suspiciously.
Jealous, Barry? 'Yes, entertain him - look after him. You
go and get the contract, and I'll keep him happy.'
'I don't like this, Marianne!'
It's your own doing! 'Why ever not? What's the problem, Barry? You seem very worried, what's the matter?'
'He's a randy old sod. I don't want to leave you alone with him.'
'Don't you trust me? What do you think I'll do, flash my pussy at him?' After all, that is what you wanted me to do!
'I... I don't know. Of course I trust you, it's just that... Juxtaposition.'
Here we go again! Marianne thought excitedly, amazed by the unfathomable depths of Barry's jealousy. 'You'll not go anywhere near him!' he ordered. 'Don't even show him a bit of leg, and don't let him touch you! And put your bloody knickers on, you disobedient little bitch!' Whatever happened to the bit of cunt lip? she wondered sinfully.
'OK,' Barry smiled as he brought Marianne round. 'I'll go and get the contract. I'll be as quick as I can.'
'Right, I'll go and keep Brooke-Smith happy. I'll tell him that you've had to ...'
'Don't say anything about me, just chat to him. Oh, and try and get him to ...'
'I'll get him to give you the contract, Barry - don't worry! I know how to handle ...'
'Handle what? What are you up to?'
'Nothing! I don't know what's bothering you, I really don't! Go and get the contract and I'll deal with Brooke-Smith.'
Concealing a grin as Barry frowned and moved towards the door, Marianne was delighting in the game. His jealousy eating away inside him, she knew that he was regretting ever using the word - regretting ever trying to use her\
'Another drink?' Marianne asked Brooke-Smith as she entered the lounge. 'The food will be a little while yet.' 'Thanks,' he smiled, eyeing her thighs again, wondering, no doubt, why she wasn't wearing panties. 'Where's Barry?'
'Organizing things. He's good in the kitchen - shame he's not good in the bedroom!' she laughed, stunning her guest -and herself!
Jonathan shifted uneasily on the sofa, obviously wondering what sort of girl his hostess really was as she reclined in the armchair, blatantly exposing her pinken pussy-crack. Her stomach somersaulted and her heart fluttered as he focused his disbelieving eyes on her young slit.
'Are you married?' Marianne asked.
'Yes,' he replied, his eyes widening as they feasted on her open girlhood.
'We were going to get
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