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desire when she looked into his startling green eyes.
    Matthew Fletcher introduced Eleanor to many activities, previously not even dreamed of, and she had embraced their journey of discovery. Her pussy moistened with anticipation whenever he was near, never knowing quite what to expect, she had abandoned trying to second guess him. So far, Eleanor had risen to the challenge of every trial he devised, astonishing herself in her enjoyment. The encounter with their waiter in Venice had been delightful. Her hot pussy filled to bursting with his hard, thick, thrusting cock while Matthew held her down, her hands tightly secured in his as he watched the help fuck her.
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    “Everything is simply unbelievable, honestly.” She confided in her friend, after Venice.
    “But leaving work, your home, moving away. Are you sure you are doing the right thing, darling? I warned you about his reputation, aren’t you worried?”
    “No, Julie, I’m not, and you shouldn’t worry either. I have never felt so alive, so vital, so adored. I love him. I love him, and he loves me.”
    “But you barely know him, for goodness sake, Eleanor, you’ve only just met. Oh I could kick myself for inviting you to that damn tea dance.”
    Julie swallowed a slug of wine, unable to hide her concern, knowing that the gossip at the base about Matthew Fletcher was at least half-true.
    “Eleanor, darling - listen. Even if only a fraction of what I hear about him is true, you’ll have your work cut out if you become entangled. I can’t help being concerned.”
    “Don’t be. Just be happy for me. I know what I’m doing, and I’m looking forward to running the hotel with him. It’ll be fun.”
    “But you don’t know anything about the hotel trade.” Bright spots of colour flared on the older woman’s perfectly made-up face.
    “I’ll learn, and in the meantime, we’ll hire skilled staff. You will come to our grand opening won’t you?”
    “Of course, darling. Wild horses wouldn’t keep me and Bob away from your big night.” Julie’s lips thinned into a straight line. She’d tried her best to warn her friend about Squadron Leader Fletcher (retired), and there was nothing more she could do. “Here’s to the success of your new venture.” Raising her glass, she chinked the rim against Eleanor’s in a toast.
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    Matthew Fletcher watched the interior designer put the finishing touches to the drawing, and pack the samples away.
    “Goodbye for now, Matthew,” she said, right hand outstretched. “I’ll be back in a day or two with the team. I estimate another two weeks, as long as everything goes to plan.”
    “Thank you, Simone, everything appears to be in order. I’m looking forward to completion.” He led the way from the Portacabin, which had been set up in the hotel grounds as a temporary office while alterations and refurbishment were underway.
    Matthew’s cock stirred when the young woman climbed into the low car, roof down in spite of the chill of the day. Contemplating what it would be like to bend her over the bonnet and fuck her hard from behind, pulsed a surge of blood to his cock. “ I’ll wait until she’s finished the job first ,” he vowed, as the top of the range car purred through the gates dominating the end of the sweeping drive.
    Returning to the office, he checked his watch, tidied his papers away, stepped outside again, locked the door, and went in search of Eleanor. He needed her now. Right now, on her knees with his cock in her mouth. He intended to remedy the ache in his balls no matter that the workmen were still on site. He’d find her now, and he’d fuck her now, although his erection threatened his ability to walk a straight line. Leaving the cacophony of the main hall behind him, Matthew headed towards the relative peace and quiet of the east wing.
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    “Down here,” called Eleanor, her voice muffled by thick walls, but travelling up towards him via the worn flight of stone stairs leading to the