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his eyes. “And everyone has a secret.” Another pause. She drew her lips to his ears and slid out her warm tongue and snaked it along his left earlobe. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
    The way Ménage looked at him, the way she spoke to him, theway she touched him, gave him a rush. And her warm silky skin against his always made his dick wake up from its nap. She then placed her cotton-soft lips against his.
    â€œI want something new,” she said, inching out her tongue again and tracing it along his lips. Jeff watched her eyes drift as she rubbed her nose across his mustache, inhaling the traces of her candy corn. He embraced Ménage as her tongue finally entered his mouth. “I deserve to be happy too,” Ménage managed in the midst of their tongue affair. She took her left hand and slid down his zipper. She maneuvered her hand inside of the opening, suggesting that she wanted to pick up where they had left off.
    Jeff’s head fell back as she stroked his erection.
    â€œI want…you, Jeff,” Ménage said, before easing to her knees and taking him inside of her impatient mouth.
    Once the tip of her tongue glided over the head of his shaft, Jeff moaned with delight. She slid it along the trunk of his dick, showering it before taking it for a scuba dive back down her throat. She deep-throated him so good he came inside of her mouth in less than five minutes. He nearly lost his equilibrium. Once she was done, she opened her mouth, showed him the flavor of the day, and swallowed!

    Ménage stood and went to the bathroom to grab some towels and freshen up. Afterward, she sauntered back into the living room and handed a towel to Jeff. As he cleaned himself, he glanced over at her. She wondered what was going through his head. Wondered if there were any changes of heart.
    â€œHow much for today?” Jeff asked.
    Ménage looked at him dumbfounded. She let his question soakin before responding. “So, you weren’t listening to anything I said a few minutes ago?”
    Jeff zipped his pants and handed Ménage the dirty towel. “Which part?”
    Ménage couldn’t believe her ears. She fixed her incredulous eyes on his and shook her head. With disappointment and hurt laced in her tone, she said, “Keep your money. I don’t need it.” With that said, she walked off, headed for the room, and left him standing until he got the picture.
    â€œI’ll call you,” Jeff called out, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she sat on the edge of her bed long-faced. Not even a minute later, she heard her front door open and close. She waited a few minutes, counting to ten before she decided to come out of hiding. She instantly spotted the money Jeff had paid her, on the coffee table. It was the fee she charged for her “special” services. She rushed over to the window that overlooked the parking lot. The spot beside her car was now empty. She turned around and walked back over to the cash. She rolled her eyes at the money, crossed her arms, and told herself that this was going to be a lot harder than she expected.
    Ménage picked up her cell phone and dialed a number. On the first ring, Tiffany answered.
    â€œHey boo, did he fall for it?” Tiffany asked enthusiastically.
    â€œHell no,” Ménage replied dryly.
    â€œBitch, you have got to be doing something wrong! You ain’t throwing the pussy on him right or something, chile! ’Cause if that was Ms. Tiffany, baby, his ass would have been done cashed in on this cow.”
    Ménage’s silence went ignored as Tiffany went on and on about her untouchable sex game.
    â€œYou have got to do better than that, honey! Haven’t I taught youanything?” Tiffany went all off the subject until finally coming back around to the matter at hand. “Wheww, chile! Now tell me again how much money he got from his wife’s life insurance