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1. When Trixie Ann got home (late, after her MBA class), she first checked on Judy, her 15-year-old daughter and Eddie, her 10-year-old son. They were asleep and did not wake when she straightened their covers and kissed them softly on the cheek. Then she made her way quietly to the master bedroom. Her husband Alan was already in bed. He greeted her sleepily and rolled over.

She went to the bathroom and locked the door before she put on the mirror vanity lights. Quickly, she stripped off all her clothes. She wadded her ruined pantyhose and put it to her nose for a moment, inhaling the slightly sour smell of Jack's and her sexual secretions, before putting it in the trashcan underneath the sink. Her suit would need to be dry-cleaned, she thought.

Naked now, she examined herself carefully in the mirror. Her lips were slightly puffy from Jack's bites, but it was not really noticeable. She plumped a breast in each hand and scanned them. Purple and red bruises were beginning to appear on and around her nipples – they grew brighter as her nipples puckered under her ministrations. She ran her fingers over her crotch. Her cunt felt sore, but it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. She turned around and examined her rump. Jack's spanking had left angry red welts. Unconsciously her heard her high-pitched voice repeating over and over: 'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!'

She took a long and luxurious shower and then spent an equally long time anointing her breasts, crotch and rump with moisturizers and creams. It was past midnight when she finally climbed into bed, still naked. Alan was now snoring gently and did not wake.

The weeks following her encounter with Jack were very difficult ones for Trixie Ann. She hesitated for days about calling Jack's secretary regarding his promise of the new tires for her car. When she finally did, she decided to call his direct line and waited breathlessly while it rang. When it was picked up, it was a woman with an upper class British accent: 'Farah Hojjat, executive assistant to Mr. Grierson.'

"May I speak with Mr. Grierson?'

'I am afraid that Mr. Grierson is in a meeting. May I take a message?'

Trixie Ann hesitated. After all, Jack had asked her to call his secretary.

'My name is Ms. Peters. I am calling about ...'

'Oh, Ms. Peters. Yes, we have been expecting your call. I will transfer you to Mr. Grierson's secretary, who will take care of you.'

It turned out to be ridiculously easy – Jack's secretary came on the line and gave her the address of an auto repair shop. When she went there, she found that everything was paid for – she just had to wait for an hour while they did the work.

What was difficult was dealing with the aftermath of Jack's brutal and thorough fucking. Her husband grew amorous a few days later, but this merely served to underline the inadequacy of her sex life. The memories of her wild orgasms with Jack flooded her mind many times a day. She would be working hard in her cubicle and when the memories seized her, she would feel herself go weak and her breath quicken. She would get moist and sometimes even wet. She took to carrying spare panties to work in her purse and would have to change when her crotch got too wet.

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2. Meanwhile, things were very busy at the Grierson household. The wedding of Martin and Isabelle was now a week away and a thousand details had to be dealt with. Carmen was increasingly excited – up at the crack of dawn and working over details till late at night. Isabelle was in the whirl of arrangements with caterers, flower shops, the bridal store, and more things than she had thought possible. Jack got little chance to see her and was building up a huge reservoir of sexual frustration.

The wedding was on Saturday. On Thursday, Isabelle's sister, Cecile, came over from her Massachusetts boarding school. Isabelle's mother Simone was due to arrive on Friday from her French chateau. Cecile was to share Kelly's room, using the spare bed there, while Simone was to stay in the guest wing of the mansion, in an adjoining suite to the one that Isabelle herself occupied at the moment. Jack took off from work Thursday morning and came home for lunch. Carmen met him in the entrance hallway and they exchanged a quick kiss. Jack managed to grope her breasts before she twisted away giggling, 'Silly boy! Isabelle's kid sister Cecile arrived this morning. She's fourteen – just a few months older than Kelly. They seem to have hit if off really well.' She led the way into the house. 'We're eating in the parlor. Lunch is laid out and I've sent Anna to round everyone up.'

Martin and Isabelle were already seated at the dining table when Jack entered. He threw his briefcase on a window seat and threw his jacket and tie on top of it. Martin waved a hello and Isabelle got up and came around to give him a kiss on the cheek. He sat down opposite them and said, 'Well, the gathering of the clans begins!'

'Just the three of us de la Roque women, Jack,' said Isabelle, laughing. 'The clan is all on Martin's side.'

Carmen returned and added, 'The guest list is heavy on my relatives, I am most happy to admit.'

Kelly and Cecile entered together and Jack had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping open. Cecile was built like her sister, with firm breasts that would get fuller, and long, athletic legs, but rather darker blonde hair. She was very mature for her age and dressed even more so. She wore a black net tank top that highlighted rather than concealed her florescent orange bikini bra. The bra had a halter neck with a tie at the nape and white splotches over her nipples that emphasized the lumps they made in the fabric. She had on a black flowery print skirt that was just above the knee. However, it had such a low waist that Jack almost thought he could see the beginning of her mount. She wore thong bikini panties whose hip straps rode high above the waist of her skirt. She made a curtsey when she came in and pirouetted, on purpose Jack felt to show off the butterfly-shaped back of her thong. Then she walked into the room, swinging her hips enticingly.

'Oh, its so good to see you girls,' Carmen cooed, seemingly oblivious to Cecile's appearance. 'Let's sit down to lunch.'

Carmen seated Cecile by Jack and Kelly at the foot of the table, facing her. Carmen and Martin began talking about their morning spent at the church with the minister and organist, going over last minute details of the ceremony and music. Isabelle looked on with mild interest and caught Jack's eye now and then, shooting him a look of amusement. Jack felt he should make conversation with Cecile, though he had only a very vague idea of what would interest her. Boys, probably, he thought.

'So, is your school coeducational?' he asked.

'Oh, we have boys alright,' Cecile said in the charming Franco-American accent that she shared with her sister.

'Well if there is anything I can do to make your stay with us more enjoyable, just let me know,' Jack said, feeling he had done his duty.

Here she leaned over and said in a throaty whisper that only Jack could here, 'You can use that big cock of yours to fuck me like you're fucking my sister.'

Jack face registered his shock for a millisecond before he regained his composure and wondered if he was hearing things. Isabelle caught his look and smiled. Jack turned to look at Cecile with a tight smile and said, 'I'm sure that Kelly help you feel at home.'

She leaned over and whispered again, 'If you don't do as I say, I'll tell your wife about Isabelle and you.'

'I see,' said Jack slowly, 'I"ll see what I can do.'

He chewed his salad carefully, his mind whirling through the possibilities. Cecile was highly desirable and his cock was already twitching at the sight of her. Just as he was mentally undressing her, he felt the cold steel of handcuffs of his wrists and saw the craggy face of an unsympathetic judge sentencing him to twelve to sixteen years in the slammer. He shivered. She's jailbait, he thought.

The maid had just cleared away his salad plate and set down his main course when he felt his pants being unhooked and his fly swiftly unzipped. With an effort, he avoided looking at Cecile and concentrated on cutting his meat. He wore no underwear and she quickly began to fellate his cock under the table. In spite of his best efforts, Jack's hard on was raging virtually at once. She began to give him a slow hand job, pausing every so often. He sneaked a sidelong glance at her – she was playing with her food with her fork in her left hand and smiling slightly maliciously.

Jack worked very hard to keep a poker face. The strain was enormous, though and a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Carmen, Martin and Kelly were oblivious to his condition, but Isabelle shot over searching looks now and again.

Jack did not know what to do. He slid a hand under the table and tried to extricate his cock from her grip, but she would not let go. Her ministrations were so expert and erotic, that he could not calm his member. It remained engorged and at her mercy. Then she dropped her fork under the table.

'Oh excuse me, I've dropped my fork,' she announced before diving under the table. In short order her young lips slid over his cock head and she quickly began sucking on him. Her lips formed a tight seal around his cock and her small pink tongue flicked at his dimple, lapping up musky pre-ejaculate.

Just as quickly, she was gone. She sat back in her seat, continued to fellate him with her right hand and put her left forefinger in her mouth and made a gentle sucking sound. 'Mrs. Grierson, what you serve at your table is exquisite!'

Carmen looked up from her conversation, slightly annoyed, but still pleased with the compliment. 'Oh, thank you, dear,' she said vaguely, before returning to her discussion with Martin.

Poor Jack was now in a physical agony. She kept speeding up the rate at which she fellated his cock, bringing him to the verge of climax. Then each time she slowed down and kept him dangling. More sweat formed along his brow. He was sure that Carmen would notice. In spite of his best efforts, he began to have trouble controlling his breathing.

'Are you OK, dear?' asked Carmen suddenly.

'Hot in here,' he muttered, looking vacantly at his food.

'Anna, turn up the AC, please,' Carmen called out.

'Yes, ma'am,' they all heard Anna from the serving hatch.

Finally, Cecile miscalculated. On her next accelerated fellation, Jack willed himself up and over and began to come. He covered his cock (and her milking hand) with his napkin and began a violent bout of coughing to cover his contortions as he spouted a huge load into the napkin and over her hand. He kept coughing and in response to Carmen's alarm, gasped out, 'I need to throw up in the bathroom.'

Holding the napkin over his crotch, he managed to rush from the parlor and into the safety of the adjoining bathroom. Once in, he locked the door and leaned on the sink, breathing heavily. The little minx, he thought. Talk about jailbait!

As his breathing slowed, he quickly washed himself and disappeared into his suite to change. He considered his options. If Cecile claimed that he had initiated sexual contact, no court in the land would believe his side of the story. She had him in a vice – she could make him do her bidding now. He thought furiously. Who could save him? No matter which way he looked at it, there was only one answer. Isabelle – she was the only one who could have any power over the little bitch. Much as it irked him, he had no choice but to throw himself at Isabelle's mercy.

He cautiously descended the stairs, hoping to avoid coming up on Cecile again. When he entered the parlor, there was no one there but Anna, clearing up.

'Hi Anna, do you know where Miss Isabelle is?' he asked.

'I think she is with Mrs. Grierson and Mr. Martin in the library, sir,' Anna answered stolidly.

Jack made his way to the library and standing outside the door, crooked his finger when Isabelle looked up and saw him. He faded out of view. He only had to wait a moment. She made an excuse and came out to him. Jack took her by the elbow and steered her quickly into his study that was further along in the same wing of the house. Once in, he closed and locked the door.

'Jack, you know I'd love to fuck you, but Carmen and Martin will be expecting me back in minutes ... '

'I'd love to fuck you too, but that's not what I want to talk to you about,' Jack said quickly. 'Do you know what happened to me at lunch?'

Isabelle smiled. 'I don't know, but I can guess,' she said, her smile getting broader by the second. 'Isn't Cecile something?'

Jack was not amused. 'She said she would tell Carmen about us unless I fuck her,' he said roughly.

Now Isabelle giggled. 'Why don't you? I won't mind. She's not a virgin, you know – she's got a boyfriend and they've been fucking for about six months now. I think it would do her good to know what a real man can do.'

Irritated as he was, Jack was shocked. 'What you saying, Isabelle? Have you lost your mind? She's fourteen! I'll go to jail forever!'

Isabelle laughed and waved her arm dismissively. 'Why would she tell anyone?'

Jack changed tack. 'How does she know about us?'

'I told her, silly,' said Isabelle gaily, completely oblivious to Jack's seriousness. 'My sister and my mother are my best friends. I tell them everything and they tell me everything. Both my mother and Cecile were SO excited by what I told them about you!'

Jack began to think he was in some horrible nightmare. This couldn't be happening!

'Isabelle,' said Jack, speaking slowly as to one who is slow to understand, 'This is not funny. You need to talk to Cecile and make her understand that I will not have sex with her. And you need to make her understand that she must swear to keep our relationship secret.'

'Why, Jack? She's a sexy little minx and I'm sure you'll enjoy her.'

Jack threw his hands in the air. He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting.

'For the last time, Isabelle, she's FOURTEEN! I don't care what she looks like or how experienced she is. She's a dangerous loose cannon and she's going to get someone into jail soon. And it's not going to be me! You've got to help me here.'

Isabelle sighed. 'OK, OK. I still think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. I'll talk to her.'

Jack persisted. 'That's not good enough. I want to be there. I want you to tell her in no uncertain terms that if she repeats this there will be severe consequences. And I want you to spell out some pretty severe consequences.'

'Well, since I pay her allowance, I guess I could threaten to cut it off,' said Isabelle, thoughtfully.

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3. Later that afternoon, Isabelle, Cecile and Jack did have a rather stormy meeting in Jack's study. Jack was gratified to find Isabelle back him up to the hilt. She cajoled and then finally threatened to cut off the flow of money. This got through to Cecile. She glared balefully at Isabelle and then at Jack, but she reluctantly agreed to their terms. If their secret got out, Cecile lost her spending money.

'Thank you, Isabelle,' said Jack at the end of the interview. 'I'd like to have a few final words with Cecile, if that's OK with you.'

Isabelle nodded and left the study, pulling the door shut behind her.

'Cecile,' Jack said in his most authoritative voice, 'I know your father is not alive. I believe that I should instruct you, as he would have. Come here.'

Jack sat on the desk and she approached him. The shoe was on the other foot now and she was off balance, not quite knowing what to expect. As she came up to him, Jack stood up and walked around behind her. Suddenly, with a quickness that contrasted sharply with his serious demeanor, he caught her by the nape of the neck, just below the tie of her bikini bra. He pushed her face down on the desk and hiked her skirt up around her waist. The perfect round globes of her buttocks were naked now, separated by the thin orange strip of her thong. His free hand gently caressed each firm buttock in turn.

'Oh, Jack,' Cecile breathed. 'I knew you wanted me ... I'll make you happy, you'll see.'

Then he drew his free hand back and struck each buttock as hard as he could with the flat of his palm. The two swift blows sounded like pistol shots and were followed almost immediately by Cecile's agonized wail. Clear red imprints of his hand began to appear almost immediately.

Jack still held her down on the desk.

'The first was for what you did to me at lunch,' he said grimly. 'And the second was to remind you to stay away from older men. This is what I would do if I were your father.'

He paused. Then leaning very close to her, so that she could have no doubt of the size of his hard on, he whispered in her ear – 'But I am NOT your father. Call me on your eighteenth birthday and I'll show you how a woman should be fucked.'

He released her and stood back. She was sobbing now, great juddering sobs that caused her breasts to heave temptingly.

'You're a great bully!' she cried through her sobs. 'I don't know what Isabelle sees in you! I hate you!' She fled. Jack sat down on the desk again, and looked down at his raging hard on.

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4. The afternoon passed slowly thereafter for Jack. Carmen took Isabelle with her to yet another "final" fitting of her bridal gown. Martin was spending the afternoon with his best man. Cecile was avoiding him. Kelly came by and told him that the two of them were going out for a horseback ride. From his study window, Jack saw the two girls head out to the stables. Cecile had put on knee length riding boots and carried a riding crop, but otherwise had not changed. Kelly had on jeans and a tank top.

Jack went online and answered a few emails, but his mind would not stay on work. After a futile hour in which he managed to do ten minutes worth of work, he decided to seek an alternative. He quickly called his office and was gratified when Farah Hojjat's clipped English accent came on the line.

'Farah, what are you doing this afternoon? I've got a hard on that won't go away and I'd love to fuck you.'

Farah did not miss a beat. 'I'd love to, Jack, but we have the delegation coming in from Japan this afternoon. With you taking the afternoon off, there's just me to receive them.'

Jack thought about it for a moment. Without Farah there to manage, lots of things could go wrong. And the Japanese did not forgive or forget. This was too important a contract to mess up. It was bad enough that he was not there and that they would be met by a woman. He trusted Farah to follow his instructions to the letter and make sure that the delegation received all the attention that they expected. He'd made all the bookings at the finest restaurants and he always used the best escort agency in town.

'Well, you know what to do. Use James as the 'pretend boss' if you want.'

James Henderson was one of Jack's silver-haired, aristocratic-looking 'show' managers. He wasn't too smart, but clever enough to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. It was always useful to use him as the front man in negotiations. It was trick Jack had learnt from the Japanese themselves.

'Leave to me, Jack. And I'll take a rain check on that afternoon of lust,' Farah hung up.

Who to call? At such short notice, Jack was at a loss. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to work and getting a small amount done. Carmen called and said that she and Isabelle were meeting Martin for dinner at Chez Ritz and asking him to join them. He did not feel up to spending an evening so near and yet so far from Isabelle, so he declined.

Finally, at about seven, he made up his mind. It was a gorgeous, bright summer evening, so he put down the top of his Jaguar XKE and cranked up the stereo. He called Farah on his cell phone and she called him back moments later with the address information that he wanted. He drove straight there. It was a rather nondescript line of what were rather grandiosely called 'townhouses'. They each had a small single garage and postage stamp front lawn. Jack drove past number 37 slowly and parked around the block.

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