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topics while his slave girl lunged up and down his thick shaft. “Did Collins sell?”
    Dear God, they aren’t really going to talk about this now!
    Kathryn gave a rueful laugh. “He tried to play hardball with us. Actually brought in his niece to propose new contract terms. The asshole.”
    “Niece?” He groaned softly as Erica squeezed him, her lower lip caught in her teeth. She suppressed a victorious curve of her lips she feared might be seen as impertinence.
    “Yeah, can you believe that shit? No warning, no nothing. She walks into the conference room and slaps down a codicil an inch thick. Apparently, she’s a contract lawyer — but she looked to me like she was just fresh out of law school. She was an idiot, but she had an ass on her that wouldn’t quit. Couldn’t have been a day older than our little rag doll here.”
    Her Mistress’ hand ruffled Erica’s unruly curls, and she swallowed, dropping her head.
    “I told you he’d try something.” Blaine’s hands stilled Erica’s writhing hips, her clit throbbing against him. “That offer was too good to be true. Let me guess, once he got wind of the size of the Bakken shale find, he upped the price, right?”
    “Yep, Watkins and Miss Great Ass hashed it out for over an hour. I left about halfway through, disgusted with the whole thing. I wanted to wring Collins’ fat neck for pulling something like that.”
    “What’d she cost us?” Blaine’s hips rolled beneath Erica and his hand patted her stinging ass. Time to continue.
    Her Mistress sniffed. ”Five percent. She’d opened with fifteen, but Watkins told her to go fuck herself.”
    Blaine chuckled. “Losing your edge, Kathryn? There was a time you’d have given them two percent and made them feel fortunate to get that.”
    “Yeah, well, we all have our off days.”
    Then the mattress dipped on one side.
    Oh God, no!
    She didn’t think it could have gotten worse having her Mistress walk in to see Erica sitting on Sir’s cock. But as usual, she was wrong.
    “Those boobs of hers sure do bounce. Big girl!” Erica thought she might actually spontaneously combust with embarrassment.
    Sir’s rough fingers claimed one wobbling globe, his thumb circling the taut aching tip. “We picked well didn’t we? I like to see—” his hips snapped violently up into her several times, and Erica grunted at each thrust, keenly aware of her breasts swinging up and down like church bells “— I prefer to see them hanging down as I fuck her though.”
    “Like cow’s udders,” her Mistress offered helpfully, Erica whimpering out the mortification.
    “This is nice change though, just once in a while,” Sir said, his voice thick. “Try it on for size.”
    “Speaking of cow’s udders,” her Mistress said with a pleased tone. “Do you think she’ll get to see one of Kane’s girls? He’s supposed to be coming to the next Gathering.”
    Blaine laughed, then groaned at a particularly strong twist of Erica’s hips. She was beginning not to care, her consciousness succumbing to the strength of her arousal. Her world revolved around the incredible feel of her Sir’s hard cock impaling her, repeatedly.
    “If he brings — he usually does — at least one,” Sir grunted, lust thick in his voice. “Probably be Bella.”
    The mattress moved once more, and her Mistress’ lips moved against Erica’s ear. “Leave some for later, slut.” She winced in pain as her Mistress nibbled on her earlobe “See you downstairs.”
    Sir’s strong hands slammed her down upon him several times, the mix of pain and pleasure making her groan. She almost lost her balance at a particularly jarring thrust, but he caught her before she could topple over.
    Her clit rasped against his wiry pubic hair, her pussy now complaining loudly at the repeated hard use it had seen this evening. She was so close, but his heavy thrusts and the way he held her tightly to him weren’t quite letting her get there. She whimpered in