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that sex school?” she asks with a faint Russian accent.
    “It’s not a sex school - it’s a training center,” I correct her.
    “Yeah, sure, a training center where you get to fuck your students. I need to get a job like that. Are they hiring? I could teach those little bitches a thing or two,” she cackles.
    I doubt that. This woman knows nothing about acting like a lady, obedience or how to make a man feel like a God. Sighing with irritation at her lewdness and for the fact that I ever gave her any of my time, she laughs louder at me. Christ, what did I ever see in this obnoxious woman?
    “It was good seeing you, Svetlana,” I lie as politely as possible given the aggravating circumstances and walk away from her.
    From behind me, Bella’s pleasant voice calling out my name resonates through the din. She’s a vision of elegance in the red floor length, strapless gown that I chose for her. Her hair is pulled up with only a few tendrils framing her lovely face, the corners of her shiny lips turned up in a faint smile. Scanning her attire, I’m delighted to see the cherry blossom brooch pinned on her chest proudly.
    “Do you find me acceptable?” she asks thoughtfully.
    “Dear, Ms. Darcy, you look…” I don’t even get my statement out when Svetlana is back, bellowing loudly like a dog in heat.
    “Xander!” she screeches over the top of me, startling both Bella and I.
    I pull Bella over to my side and wrap my arm around her waist in a gesture of ownership, hoping Svetlana takes a hint and beats a path to the other side of the room, but to my complete horror she starts fondling me right in front of Bella. Poor Ms. Darcy looks bewildered so I introduce them. Without disappointing me, Bella is courteous and offers Svetlana a hand shake but being the rude bitch that Svetlana is, she glares at Bella harshly and ignores her genteel attempt at civility.
    Finally and thankfully, another man catches Svetlana’s eye and she disappears. After socializing for almost two hours, I’m able to sneak Bella out onto the balcony just before midnight. As she gazes out into the cool night, I move behind her, let her hair down and run my fingers through it. Burying my nose in her thick mane and inhaling her spicy scent, I guide her hands onto the balcony railing.
    “Italy,” I whisper into her ear. “Have you ever been?” I ask, already knowing her answer before she speaks it.
    “No, Sir,” she answers dreamily as I lift her long velvet gown just enough to slide my fingers into her panties.
    “Next week we travel there on business.”
    I nibble her earlobe and ease my fingers in and out of her pussy while people mingle all around us, seemingly unaware of our activities. My cock strains in my slacks as she moans out her approval and I grind myself into her ass. She pushes back onto me and grips the ledge of balcony tightly while throwing her head back.
    “I want you to cum for me, Ms. Darcy,” I command as I assault her wet depths with my fingers.
    “If it pleases you,” she pants out, surrendering herself to me and never once denying or resisting my inappropriate public display of affection.
    Everything this woman does pleases me, most especially when she cries my name during the throws of passion.
    The people scatter and disappear back into the ballroom as the countdown to the New Year begins and I concentrate all my efforts on my beautiful princess. Just as she starts to climax, I spin her around, lift her dress and she sprays into my mouth as the New Year’s fireworks illuminate the night sky.
    “Mr. Pettifor!” she screams out, her voice barely heard over the loud booming and crackling of the roman candles.
    I slide her dress down over her shaky thighs and stand as the crowd reassembles on the balcony to watch the fireworks show and I hold her close, steadying her post orgasmic convulsions.
    “Happy New Year, Ms. Darcy,” I breathe into her ear.
    “Yes, most definitely a Happy New Year, Sir,” she grins as