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respected him. People would work for his daughter because they got paid.
    But they hadn’t seen Maggie’s momentary vulnerability in the store. Or what she looked like with her hair down. Where Liam reined in his imagination before, now he let it wander. In his mind, her hair was already dry and yet she wore nothing but a towel. He would stand before her and rip that towel from her body, to look his fill at her shapely form. In reality, sensible suits always covered her cleavage, but the glimpse he viewed as she left the bath proved to him that her ample breasts were round and firm; he imagined holding them in his large hands, feeling her soft flesh squeeze out between his fingers. Letting his gaze travel down her body, past her smooth, flat stomach, Liam’s imagination viewed the curly patch of auburn hair that would cover her more private area.
    But it was the image of that flowing mane of reddish-brown curls that hardened his cock in the water. The way her hair fell from that bun as she shook her head and let herself relax. Grinning, he knew exactly what he would have her do with that hair.
    Leading her to the bed, he pictured those long auburn tresses spread out over his chest, their silky softness caressing his skin. The willing woman would move her body sensuously over his, draping her hair to cover his stomach, his waist; dragging her head down to let her curls float over his cock and tickle his balls and the muscles of his thighs.
    Leaning back against the porcelain tub, Liam closed his eyes and cupped his thick cock in his hand. Teasing himself with the image of Maggie kneeling over him, he rubbed his thumb along the top, feeling the purple veins ridging along his length. Sliding the bar of soap over his hardened cock, he imagined Maggie leaning forward to blanket his cock with the feathery softness of her hair. Her long and slender fingers would hold him firmly and she would need both hands to massage him since his cock was too long for her to hold in only one.
    Liam dwelt on the feel of her hands on him as he slid the soap under and around his balls. While one hand rubbed his cock, the other spread the soap over the twin sacs that hung beneath. And then the little vixen switched positions to use her tongue to torment him. Her face disappeared from view so her little pink tongue could dart around the base of his cock and suckle on the stones hidden in his balls.
    And then, her face peering from around his thick cock, she would brush her hair to the side, a naughty grin on her face as she licked her warm, wet tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the very tip. Her mouth surrounded the sensitive, dark tip and Liam’s fingers tightened on his cock in response. Her tongue flicked out to lick the small amount of pre-come that gathered in the slit and his hand pumped his cock faster. For many long moments, he hung on the edge as he imagined her ardent lips pressing down just behind the head of his cock while her tongue continued to torment him, sliding around the tip and slithering in and out of that tiny slit. Drawing in her breath, she sucked hard as she kept up the pressure and the exquisite agony.
    And then, with her eyes turned up to him in an attitude of servitude and trust, she opened wider and went down on him, taking in his entire length.
    His cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him down, her throat constricting around his cock as his hand pumped and squeezed tight. She pulled up; his respite was brief before she plunged down again to squeeze his cock with the deep muscles of her throat.
    Liam could stand it no longer. Raising his cock so the tip was just above the surface of the water, he groaned as his seed spurted like a geyser to land back in the water near his feet. Over and over the muscles of his body contracted as he pumped his cock until, with an explosive sigh, his body finally emptied and relaxed.
    Standing before his semen could cling to him, Liam got out of the tub and let