Sarah
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Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A private investigator is hired to investigate some financial trickery. An assistant, a forensic accountant, accompanies him, and despite her initial holier-than-thou attitude, her own marriage, in shambles, drives her into the arms of the private dick. It's a torrid affair, her doing sexual things with and learning sexual things from this guy as she learns what it is like not to be ignored.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
As she opened her robe, she said, “Pull your pants down, Don.” Conservative Mrs. Blevins put on quite a show for me that night, and she saw how much I appreciated it.
We decided to go to see Owens one last time before I left on Friday, to make sure we hadn’t missed anything. He was his usual overly-cheery self when we got there, but came storming into the conference room just before lunch.
“What the hell are you people doing?” he bellowed. “You talked to my neighbor?”
Sarah calmly got up from her chair, walked over to him, and got in his face. “Not only did we talk to your neighbor, you miserable scum, we visited that illegal back-alley abortion clinic you help to finance, and met the parents of your little playmate. Well, let me tell you, sleazy Mr. Bill Owens, for your sake, you’d better hope you can still afford to make all those payments when your wife’s attorney is done with you. I don’t know how you see the money you’re spending, but those people see it as hush money.”
I stood up too, gathering my belongings, since it was time to leave. “I’m no lawyer, but I imagine you could have some liability for any injuries caused by the quacks in that clinic. You might want to think about what your criminal culpability is there. Oh, and I assume you know that the statute of limitations on what you did to that little girl is twelve years in this state, and they don’t start counting until the victim turns eighteen. By that time, the son you fathered would be sixteen years old – big enough to give you the ass-kicking you deserve.”
“Get out!” Owens yelled. “Get out now! I will not stand for this invasion of my privacy! You have no damn right to treat me this way!”
Sarah packed up her materials. “We have every damn right to treat you this way, Mr. Owens. Every damn right in the world. But don’t worry. We’re leaving. I’m feeling a little ill just being around you!”
In the car on the way back to my hotel, Sarah asked, “When do you have to catch your plane?”
“I should be at the airport by six.”
“Six, huh? You didn’t check out of your hotel, did you?”
“Not yet. I wanted to be able to go back and change into more casual clothes before I had to leave.”
“So you’ll be naked at some point?” she asked.
“Maybe.”
“I’m going to call Tim and tell him I’ll be getting home a little late.”
In my room, it was very much like out first time. We undressed each other again, taking our time, making it last. When we were finally nude, we got in bed. Sarah lay on top of me, kissing me as I fondled her wonderful ass.