Richard's life

"She is still not responding." Mrs. Jennifer muttered.

"Why did you take her offer to do a photoshoot here." Daisy inquired, and Mrs. Jennifer stared at her.

"She offered a lot of money, unlike the other models I snap every day." She replied, and the nurses ran in carrying an iron bed. They transport Sofia in the iron bed and flee the company.

Daisy stood at the door to see them off as they carry her to the ambulance van.

"We need a new employee, I will post it online so we can have people come in for an interview tomorrow." Mrs. Jennifer stated.

"Yes we really do, I was about to talk to you about it," Daisy replied and Mrs. Jennifer glared at Daisy and handed her a mop.

"What is this for?" Daisy inquired about taking the mop from her.

"Clean your mess," she stated, and walked away. 

"How did she know I was the open who made the sprinklers rainwater, this is what I get for chasing those reporters away for her," Daisy whimpered and glared at Mrs. Jennifer, who was sitting at her desk, before beginning to mop the floor.

Richard drove his car into a mansion, which was painted blue, and parked his car in the garage. He walked out of the car and walked to the main door of the mansion. He rang the doorbell, and a man in his forties opened the door. He seemed to be the butler.

"You are welcome, sir, Richard, Chelsea is waiting for you in her room." He smiled, bowing slightly, and Richard returned the smile and walked into the mansion.

He ran up the stairs of the house and stopped at the first door he came across.

He opened the door without knocking and saw Chelsea naked on the bed. She was caressing her boobs, with her left hand on her pussy. Seeing her fine naked body, wet with sweat and happiness, made his dick hard.

He walked closer to her, and she sat up on the bed and glanced at him.

"Oh, you are here. Sorry, I was masturbating without you." She apologizes.

He felt hot and his body was dying to please her. "No, it's okay," he said, and she pulled him to the bed and lay on top of him, resting her boobs on his chest. She landed her lips on his, kissing him. Her lips were dry, crashing against his. She was grinding her wet bottom against his chest, belly, and mouth, and strands of her dyed blond hair came slipping down between her lips as they kissed.

He started tonguing every inch of her body. He caressed her pointy nipple with his fingers. They knelt face to face in the center of the bed, undressing each other slowly.

She ran her hands along the pole of his collarbone, down the bars of his rib cage, and then gratified his excitement. She held him tight in both hands and bent down to reclaim his lips.......

                                 Author's note

Rate and review my lovely readers. Sorry for the suspense.