I pulled on my panties and did up my bra, saying, “Tell me more about this job opportunity.” Luthor Thorne had his jeans on, which was a shame, as he had a beautiful cock. I'd seen it. In fact, I had taken it for a little ride moments earlier, right in the middle of the master bedroom of his mansion, on the plush sisal carpet. Peering up at myself in the mirror on the ceiling had doubled the pleasure from my delicious orgasm, and I was cooling down, but one glance at the almost-ready-again bulge in his pants made me think I could go for round two. Mr. Thorne—I was used to thinking of him that way, as I'd only just learned his first name—took a seat in one of the reading chairs in the expansive room. He didn't put his T-shirt on, which was fine by me, because I didn't mind the view of those abs and those strong chest muscles. Those arms, I thought. He could probably pick a gal up and easily pin her to the wall!
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