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Serving Madam Linda Bature had not been totally bad, so far. She must be in her mid-forties, pretty and slim. She was a senior officer in the Customs service.

She said her family lived in Lafia, Nasarawa State, while she lived by herself in a bungalow at Eleyele, Ibadan.

So far, after going to work and returning home, I noticed that she hardly received visitors or went out to socialize. So far, she also seemed easy going.

I intended to work with her for some time and then leave to find something more meaningful to do with myself.

“Johnny!” she called again.

“Yes, Madam.”

I went back to the sitting-room.

“Why don’t you get yourself a glass cup and take some drinks?”

My eyes popped out in surprise.

“Let’s just say I’m in celebration mood,” she explained. “I’ve just received a promotion.”

I relaxed my face a bit and smiled. “Ah, congratulations, Madam.”

She nodded. “Thank you. So, get a glass cup and come and serve yourself.”

“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get the glass cup.”

I went to the kitchen to fetch a cup. I was soon back with it.

“Serve yourself,” she said, pointing at the bottle. I did as she said. A taste of the wine showed that it was a very good wine. It must be an exotic wine.

This is good, I told myself.

“Once again, congratulations,” I told her.

“Thanks.”

“Let me check what I put on fire in the kitchen.”

I returned to the kitchen with my glass cup. The water had started to boil already. I brought the small bag of wheat out and made the meal.

Some minutes later, I served the meal in plates. The ‘egusi’ soup and fried turkey would be used with it.

I put the plates in a tray and took it to the dining section of the sitting-room.

“Food is ready,” I called out enthusiastically.

“Oh, good,” she replied. “I’ll be coming over.”

She stood from the sofa to move to the dinning-table. “What about you? Aren’t you eating?”

“I’ll eat as soon as you finish, ma’am.”

“Oh no. Today is a special day. Bring your food to the table and let’s eat together.”

I was amazed. Was it just this promotion stuff that had changed everything, or was there something else?

I hesitated.

“Oh, come on, Johnny. Go and bring your food.”

“Yes, yes, ma’am.”

I ambled to the kitchen to bring my plate and sat at the edge of the table, far from her. She looked at my plate.

“Just one meat? Go ahead and give yourself one more turkey.”




Madam at the Top: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_madam_at_the_top/38899

Ultimas:
Kole watched in disbelief as his wife moaned softly and worked her ass back into her rapist's body. She was moving it obviously in pure delight.

Alfred just gripped her hips, eyes closed, and grinded his cock into her ass. They pushed against each other and moved their hips here and there, for almost a minute, low groans escaping both of them.

Alfred slowly gained his senses back. His cock was still deep in Lovina's ass. Kole was sitting back in the chair, looking at the wall.
“This is the deal Kole.” Alfred said. “Look at me.”

Kole turned his head to Alfred. Alfred still had a shirt and tie on. His wife was bent over the desk, her head down, panting softly. Her hair a mess, sweat all over her, her eyes closed. Alfred was behind her, his cock buried in her anus. His hands were slowly moving over her body.

Absentmindedly, it seemed, he moved a finger around where the shaft of his softening cock was wedged between her butt cheeks.

“Your wife is a hot Bleep, and I will easily clean up your financial problems in order to Bleep her silly whenever I want.” He paused, and Lovina let out a little whining noise, which Alfred silenced with a quick pat to her butt. “I'll also use my extensive costs to cover some of your irregularities, which you won't have to actually pay me financially, but I will be demanding of your wife's body.”

Alfred looked at the woman in front of him, and at Kole. “Okay, I'm done.” He yanked his cock out of her ass, which evoked a small grunt from Lovina, then pulled her up and pushed her towards her shed clothing. She walked towards them and started dressing on shaky legs. Cum was running out of her ass.

Quietly, Kole and Lovina exited Alfred's office.

Biola looked at the couple: Kole looked dark and, somehow, older....Lov just looked disheveled, but....not quite as down........She was quick to understand that the situation wasn't perhaps too dissimilar from her own.......... Am I working for..........a serial rapist? She asked herself.

As the couple opened the door to leave, Alfred poked his head out of his office.
“Glad you came to me guys. A lot of other accountants will charge you up the butt.” He had that fun-loving grin on his face again.





Chapter Ten

There was a light knock on the door, and Rita opened her door to the night air, and a pretty girl. Henrietta was standing in the door, her backpack—with laptop, notebooks, and a couple history books packed into it—was swung over her shoulder. Rita looked at her teenage student for a moment with a smile.

Very nice legs...she thought to herself as she looked down at Henrietta's tanned calves and lower thighs. Cute black short skirt, white blouse...wish another button was undone....but the cleavage is looking good so far.

Hmm. Looks like she's not the only one doing some studying tonight...I may take a crash course in anatomy..... “Hey Henrietta, good to see you. Come on in.”

Henrietta was a little thrown off by the slight pause before the friendly greeting, and the awkward scan Rita had made of her outfit. Yeah, she either isn't too happy with my skirt or is way too happy with it Rita thought to herself, remembering the rumors she'd heard in school about this teacher.

The teacher was clearly in her slouching gear: a light blue sweatpants/sweatshirt combo that was a little more form fitting than normal, but nothing sexy. Still, her large D cup breasts and perfectly round ass were clearly present and accounted for.

“Welcome to my humble abode. There are some chips and drinks on the table. Feel free to help yourself. Bathroom is around the corner, first door on the right.”

“Thanks, ...you have a nice apartment” Henrietta replied, looking at the abstract paintings that adorned her wall. Maybe three of them. It should have been too much for a smaller living room, but it worked, and Rita's love of art was clear.

There were art and art history books all over her shelf. Her teacher gave a slight turn.


Nothing goes for nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852