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before. Fifteen years’ worth, and yet tonight seemed surreal, as if it were the first time. Nerves. Who’d have thought she’d have them? She didn’t want to do Benny. She wanted out of this room and out of this life.
    “My God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
    Damn. “You like what you see?”
    Benny gulped. “Like? I’m getting hard looking at you.” He started to move toward her, but she put her hand, palm out, on his chest.
    “Not yet, Benny. You’re my slave. Now stand there. I’ll take care of the rest.”
    “Hmm, slave.” His voice trembled. “I like that.”
    Yup, submissive, Tawny thought. When she started to take off his jacket, he stopped her. Fishing in his pocket, he pulled out nipple clamps.
    Tawny plucked them from his fingers and tossed them on the sofa. “Very nice, but I never use toys unless I have to.” She glanced at the swelling protrusion in his crotch. “And unless that’s a dildo in your pants, I doubt you’ll need artificial incentives.”
    “That’s because two of the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen are staring me in the face.” He leaned down, pursed his mouth like a goldfish.
    “Patience, Benny. Now keep your hands and mouth out of my way for a while, okay? You’ll have your turn.”
    “Whatever you say, Tawny. I’m your slave. Ooh, I love the sound of that.”
    I can do this one more time. Just one more time.
    Benny practically drooled in anticipation when she unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, and pinched his nipples. “Isn’t my touch better than nipple clips?”
    “Oh, God, yes, yes. You have glorious fingers, like flower petals brushing my skin.”
    She leaned down and pulled the front panels of his shirt around her head, not unlike a photographer hiding under the black cover, and sucked hard. Benny moaned.
    “We have a ways to go before you should be moaning. A long way.” She played a little longer, then peeled off his shirt.
    He wasn’t in bad shape, a little hairy for her tastes, but acceptable for a man of fifty. She unbuckled his belt. He moaned again when she dropped his pants.
    “I like them hung up,” he said.
    “Servant work costs extra. I don’t do servant work.”
    Benny’s breathing ratcheted up a notch. “Okay. I can live with that.” He stepped out of his pants. His erection shot through the opening of his boxers. “I spilled burning coffee on my cock. There’s a blister, so you have to be careful.”
    “I’m not heavy into S&M, not that I’d classify bursting a blister on a man’s member S&M.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “Why don’t you relax? Here, sit down on the bed.” When he did, she lifted his legs onto the mattress and stuffed a pillow beneath his knees. “Do you like it rough or easy?”
    “Easy to start. Then I like it rough. But don’t forget the blister.”
    “I promise, I won’t.” She tweaked her nipples again. Benny gawked, licked his lips. “Oh, Benny, it feels so good. But it’ll feel better when you do it.”
    Benny rose and reached for her, but she signaled him off. “What’s the rush? Don’t you enjoy looking at me?”
    “I could look at you all day. You’re a Goddess. I’ve always wanted you, but try as I might, I could never get you. This is a dream come true. The ultimate. I’ll pay double for another hour. Triple.”
    “You won’t want another hour when I finish with you. You’ll be so exhausted you’ll need to check into rehab to get some rest.”
    Benny’s hand went to his dick. “My cock is ready to explode, and you haven’t even touched it yet.”
    She perched on the edge of the bed. He reached for her breasts. This time, she let him fondle her. She had to admit he had a nice touch, but he was too eager, and at the rate Benny was panting, he wouldn’t last long. Then she could get the hell out of there.
    She slipped off his shorts. “My, my, you’re circumcised. That makes you much more sensitive.”
    “I’m Jewish.”
    “I’ve only had a few Jewish clients over the years, usually single. Most of the married ones are good family men. They don’t do whores.”
    “That’s because their wives would cut off their balls.”
    Tawny smothered a smile. “Is that the reason? Figures. So married Jewish men don’t do whores, huh? That’s what I am, aren’t I, Benny? And you love fucking whores, don’t you?” She bit his nipple, and he yelped. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I bite too hard, or don’t you like dirty talk?”
    “No, not