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XTC here again. If Sara’s tale made you horny enough to return, then welcome back. If you’re a newcomer, then it’s very nice to meet you. Make yourselves comfortable. For those who don’t already know me, I’m XTC; the keeper of dirty, little secrets. I’m a watcher of people, and you will learn a lot just from watching people. I was there when Sara got gang banged in volume one, but in this particular tale, it was my friend, Jade, who informed me of Malcolm’s dirty, little secret. Jade, a high priced Dominatrix, is a fellow keeper of secrets in the vast network of watchers that I control. Mind you, I don’t black mail anyone. I only watch their kinky performances, and then retell them to you. Every player’s name has been changed. I don’t wish to get anyone into trouble. I’m not cruel. Well, now that the pesky housekeeping business has been taken care of, let me introduce you to this volume’s main attraction. Malcolm Edward VanGraff, III comes from an old money family. Never having to work for anything, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When Malcolm, Mal to his friends, turned 30, his father died, leaving him in charge of the family company. To the surprise of many, Mal flourished, as a CEO, but as he grew older and more responsibility was laid upon his shoulders, he grew cranky and restless. He slept with his secretaries, fucked around with his wife’s best friend, and even bought hookers, but nothing eased the restlessness. He got bored with each and every fling, until the night he met Jade. Enough from me, Jade tells the story much better than Yeşilköy escort I do. *** Sitting in his favorite bar, he spotted an elegant Asian beauty. His gaze traveled down her petite form. Dressed in a black dress that left her back bare, she was the epitome of exotic sultriness. Her long, black hair hung down her back to her waist. But, what drew him to her like a moth to a flame were her eyes. She had the loveliest almond shaped eyes; the color of Peridot. He thought he was being covert, but she was well aware of his perusal. She turned to face him directly. Dressed in a stuffy business suit, he sat in an overstuffed lounge chair; his legs spread in an attempt to project his masculinity. Black hair, laced with a touch of grey, contrasted ice blue eyes. She could tell he was in his late forties, but his age enhanced his looks. It was obvious he was from money; Versace is not cheap. The suit looked tailor made for him, showing off his broad shoulders. Jade deduced that this man was a powerful man. He was just the way she liked. Mal sauntered over to her, and said, “I could spend hours between your legs; teasing…sucking; tasting you.” Her green eyes glanced at him, then down his body. “Another man in need of some punishment,” she thought. “Really now, and pray tell, why would you think that you’re worthy enough for me?” she said, bluntly. “Honey…I’m worthy enough for any woman, and I ALWAYS get what I want. And…I want you,” his cocky voice replied. “You can’t handle me,” she stated, flipping her hair over Yeşilyurt escort bayan her shoulder. “I’m Malcolm Edward VanGraff, III, and that alone allows me to handle anyone,” he retorted. Jade sat back in her chair. Tilting her head to the side, she stared up at him. Mal loved hard to get women, and there was something about her. She was different from his other conquests. She had an air of confidence about her. “I could care less who you are, Malcolm Edward VanGraff, III, and I stand by my statement. You. Can’t. Handle. Me,” Jade told him. “Why?” he asked. “Because, I discipline over confident, bad boys, like you. I spank their asses, tease their cocks, and if the mood strikes me, I fuck their asses with a strap on. That’s why,” she informed him. She watched him turn away and slink back to his seat. Smiling, Jade was confident that he would be back. The speculative look in his eyes assured her of this. Mal stared at Jade’s naked back. Stunned beyond words, his thoughts were a jumble in his head. That tiny woman disciplining him! He wanted to laugh, but found that he was more turned on than amused. He watched her leave the bar. Gracefully, she approached his chair and handed him a card. Then, she left, leaving a cloud of delicate scented perfume in her wake. Mal looked at the card; just a phone number was printed below the word “Jade”. Over the next couple of days, he studied the card. Countless times, he picked up the phone to call, only to hang up. At odds with himself, he battled the powerful Escort Zeytinburnu CEO who wanted to remain in control, but erotic images of him lying over her lap; ass red filled his mind. Finally after much debate, Mal called the number. “Jade?” he said, hesitantly. “I was wondering when you were gonna call,” her exotically accented voice purred. “Yes…well…,” he started. “Apartment 101. Townsend Tower. 5 PM,” she said, and hung up. “Townsend Tower…Damn! That place is exclusive. She must be well off to be there,” he muttered. The hours until 5PM drug by slower that molasses. Finally, at 4:45, his driver dropped him off at the glass doors. He told him to wait there until he returned and disappeared into the building. The receptionist told him to take the elevator to the top floor. Mal got in the elevator, and using the key card given to him by the lady, he rode to the penthouse. When the doors opened again, he stepped out into her apartment. Not only was this woman rich, she was filthy rich. No wonder she was unimpressed with his talk. “Malcolm, pour yourself a drink. I’ll be out shortly,” Jade said, via intercom. Armed with a healthy dose of bourbon, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and sat down on the baby soft leather sofa. Looking around, he noticed priceless works of art, oriental rugs, and expensive electronics. He was studying her collection of music, when she walked into the room. Dressed in a loose, emerald kimono, she glided over to him and handed him several leather straps. “Take off your clothes. Fold them neatly. Put the outfit I gave on,” she told him; voice hard. Mal balked. “Now. Shall I help you?” Jade said. Irritated, but intrigued, he yanked off his tie and shirt. Draping them over the back of the sofa, he pulled his belt off and stepped out of his pants. His cock was semi erect; trying to poke through the front of his silk boxers.