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family’s aims. Old money hitching up to old money! Aristocracy bedded with Aristocracy. What could be more neutral, they asked?
    Unfortunately, both forgot their respective offspring’s were highly talented and intelligent people who would rather make their own arrangements when it came to affairs of the heart. Clive’s mother mentioned to her husband more than once that his son didn’t’ respond to his wishes in such matters but Lord Braseby scoffed their misgivings. His eyes saw only the family blood lines, and to him, the alliance was as natural as English rain. “I think we should draw up some sort of fighting plan.” Phyllipa suggested, cutting into Clive’s thoughts. “And tell them once and for all that neither of us is interested in the other.”
    Clive quickly grounded as he looked at her with an odd look in his eye. “Not one little bit?”
    “Not one little bit.” She echoed, looking around her. “Still, there is always for just one more time between friends, isn’t there?”
    Bending over him, her long fingers unzipped his flies. “You and I haven’t pushed the boat out together for some time, have we?” smiling happily as damp heat filled her hungry loins, causing her swelling nipples to heave against the silk of her business blouse, she pushed her hand inside his trousers to grasp his congested penis which was thickening nicely. Lowering her head she put it to her eager lips, gently teasing the head with the tip of her inquisitive tongue.
    Clive’s eyes gleamed with carnal greed as she took his whole length in her mouth, greedily sucking as it stiffened yet again.
    Abruptly, much to the chagrin of Phyllipa, he sto od up, looked at his watch, and wrenched his flesh from her. “I must lock the door.” He apologised, wary of the fury in her eyes. “I wouldn’t like my Chief Accountant to pop in!”
    “He could have joined us.” she complained, angrily. “Two men and one women are always more interesting than one on one.” Slowly getting to her feet she walked to the door, turned the key in the lock, then re-joined her friend. “There, does that suit you?” she asked sarcastically. “Now, perhaps you would like to select your favourite position?”
    Clive nodded, begging her forgiv eness for the interruption, bending Phyllipa’s body forward over his desk until her nose was almost touching the polished surface, he pulled up her skirt around her shoulders.  “This is where I do all my best work.” He told her, ramming his hardened manhood between her eag er ly spreading legs deep into her sodden flesh .
    Phyllipa squealing with delight at the ferocity of the salacious invasion, wriggling her bottom, arching her thi ghs even further apart, lowered her pelvis in a desperate effort to make his entrance more facile. Clive, heavily grunting, pumped himself so forceful into her that for a few seconds all that could be heard was the erotic sound of carnal collision which immediately transported her into a series of mind blowing orgasms. She gasped at the racing rapidity of the varied delights which one after another tumbled through her greedy body, whilst her lover fleshed his hugeness into the far reaches of her rapacious womb.
    “Now!” she suddenly screamed, almost throatily, as Clive with a final gigantic thrust, which, moved her with the desk into the middle of the room, climaxed, mixing his warm offering with her own giant orgasm.
    For a moment or two she lay there with Clive’s weight pinning her down, then struggled from under him. “You haven’t lost your touch, then?” she said, sitting on a chair and watching him pull his clothing over his rapidly diminishing phallus. “It must be all of two years since you enjoyed me.”
    He looked disappointed . “Since I enjoyed you, Surely you got something out of it?”
    She sat, deliberately thinking for a while, then laughed. “ , alright. I suppose I did receive the odd thrill.”
    “If I didn’t know you better, I would say