Gay Billionaire: 10 Erotica Gay Romance Bundle

Gay Billionaire

10 Erotica Gay Romance Bundle

By: Scott Green

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Billionaire Gay Lover

By: Chris Johns

I know Im a slut, I didnt care, I was also a high class, unadvertised rent boy, and didn"t care. I came from the mean streets of East London and I cared about that.

I wanted the world, I wanted to be the male equivalent of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, the prostitute who marries the billionaire.

I worked as an assistant store man at the Ford Motor Works at Dagenham in Essex, England. When I finished work each day I cycled home to my parents mean little terraced house in town. It had two miniscule bedrooms, two small reception rooms and a kitchen and bathroom, neither of which had enough room to swing a cat. I didn"t go out during the week and I never spent any money that I could avoid. The only saving grace of that existence was that I had no siblings so I at least had a bedroom to myself, huh, bedroom, more like a rabbit hutch.

Saturday nights that changed. I donned a designer outfit that cost me more than one months wages. I looked worth a million dollars. Into the West End of London and the Inn on the Park Cocktail Bar from 8pm until 10pm, nursed one cocktail. 10 to 12 The Hilton, Park Lane, same routine. 12 „till 2, The Dorchester, if I wasnt lucky enough to get a punter, home on a night bus. If I got a punter I made upwards of five hundred pounds for the night and most Saturday"s I got a punter. The money got salted away for my rainy day.

Pretty shitty existence you say and you"d be right, but let me tell you about me.

Nicky Old, eighteen years old, reasonable education, very articulate, (I used to belong to the debating society at my school). That got me a load of grief from my mates but I wanted to be able to talk to people. I thought good communication skills would get me

out of my lower working class environment. Fully grown now and about five foot nine, 140 lbs of the sexiest looking male youve ever seen and that isnt boasting. I could make a couple of hundred pounds every night for a f~uck and that was from my work mates, but that wasnt what I wanted. I had a really neat body that I kept in shape at the local gym, good pecs, an obvious six pack, nice legs. I had a tiny waist, slim hips and a butt that made people gasp when they saw it. The package at the front wasnt going to shame me either, not enormous but bigger than average. Oh, and just to make it all worthwhile I had a shock of golden coloured curly hair that sat on my head like a golden fleece. The palest blue eyes youve ever seen sat in a face to launch a thousand ships just like Helen of Troy, the problem was no one appeared to want to carry me off to their kingdom. I didnt get depressed but boy did I have to work at that.

The next Saturday, same routine. Ten o"clock and I turned from the bar to leave the Inn on the Park for pastures new and walked into the dishiest man I had seen all night.

Im truly sorry, I must learn to look where Im going.

Accent, f~uck no, I sounded like I belonged here. Dishy man steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me,

No harm done, stay and have a drink with me so that I can prove to you Im not upset."

Accent, yes, but not much. I picked it up though, somewhere in the Middle East, thats oil, thats money, so I turned the charm up to high gear and stayed for a drink.

Introductions completed, me Nicky, him Jean Pierre. Me, surprised, he definitely was not French.

I had another cocktail he had a beer and I found out, he was Tunisian. Nice guy, educated in England, quite suave but not yucky

suave. I really liked him, he was witty, articulate like me, very complimentary about my looks and my dress. We both learnt lots about each other, I was even half honest about my background, interrogation then.

Why do you come here Nicky, drinks must be a horrendous price for you?

They are a bit, but one day this kind of place is going to be my local bar, Im not always going to be poor."

We had been chatting for ages, I was surprised when I looked at my watch and realised it was after midnight. I needed to head for The Dorchester if I was going to stand any chance of a punter.

Im sorry, Jean Pierre. I must go now. It has been a pleasure meeting you."

I was ready to go then already starting to stand up.

Nicky, please dont. Come back to my apartment for a nightcap and then you can stay for the night or I will get my chauffeur to drive you home."

I told him I couldn"t. It was then that he shook me to my core.

Please dont be insulted Nicky but I think you are a rent boy. If Im correct will you stay with me for the night for 1,000 pounds?

Shit, would I.

Im not insulted Jean Pierre, but how did you know?"

Unfortunately, Nicky, I have had too much experience picking up rent boys to not pick up on it. I am surprised you havent come on to me."

I shrugged, I guess I just liked you too much to let you think badly of me.

I dont and I wont. 1000 pounds to me is less than nothing so it is less in percentage terms than you leaving a pound tip for the barman.

I looked at him and saw the laughter in his eyes, not at me but for me.

I laughed too. Ok, just this once.

We didn"t even need a car to get to his apartment and what an apartment. Huge, my parents whole house would have fitted into his lounge. He showed me round and by the time we got back to the lounge I was speechless. I had been in some nice pads but this was stupendous. Not only was it huge but the furniture and fittings were as luxurious as anything I had ever set eyes on.

He told me to sit down and did I want a drink.

Yes please, can I have a fruit juice?

Nothing stronger?

No, I replied, "To be worth 1,000 pounds I have to be sober or

I wont be able to perform at my best.

I said it in a matter of fact tone and he laughed.

I tell you what Nicky, you have whatever you like, if you are less than perfect Ill give you another thousand pounds to stay and see if you can get it right tomorrow."

I was rendered almost speechless again. This guy was being so nice and didn"t appear to be worried whether I was good in bed or not.

Ill still have a fruit juice I think, Jean Pierre."

He shrugged and got me a juice, he had the same and we sat talking for another hour before he asked me if I would like a shower before going to bed. Of course I said yes, when a punter asks you if you want a shower he is as good as telling you he wants a thoroughly clean body to play with, so I said that would be nice.

I want to give you an enema first, is that ok?

Sure, no problem, that could be fun.

I knew that would make him laugh.

We went through to his bedroom and undressed just looking at each other as we did it.

You are a beautiful young man Nicky, Im going to enjoy your body."

I blushed he was being really nice.

He had a great body as well, really toned but not over muscled. Both naked and he gave me an enema not prolonging things or embarrassing me in any way and then we hopped into the shower, both together and still enough room for a football team. Multiple spray heads, it was great.

He told me to shower him first and then he would do me. That was great I had scoped out his whole body by the time I had finished and got him a massive erection. He was bigger than me both in length and thickness but not too big for me to feel uncomfortable at the thought of him reaming out my arse with it. Surprised then, he told me to give him a blowjob before he cleaned me up. So I did.

I licked his balls first while I stroked his cock to get the feel of it. After a little while I used my hand to play with his ball sac while my mouth took charge of his cock. Really hard, it sat at an angle of about 45 degrees to the horizontal so I could lick all round it without using my other hand if I wanted to. What I did do was use my thumb and forefinger to open his piss slit and stick my tongue in it stabbing away for a minute while he squirmed. Then I licked the glans, lightly to start with adding more pressure gradually before taking the whole thing in my mouth and swabbing it with my tongue paying particular attention to the underside just below his circumcision scar. F~uck he was on a hair trigger he shot blast after blast into my mouth. I could tell then that he was a clean living guy because his cum still tasted sweet like my own. I kept sucking him gently until he went soft and I was sure I had all of his love juice in my stomach.

Now you know why I needed to cum before we got to bed, I wouldnt have lasted long enough to get inside you. He pulled me gently to my feet and for the first time kissed me. Wow, was he ever a cool kisser, I melted. He bathed me then getting me rampantly hard but he didnt let me cum. All dried off and with a new toothbrush supplied to clean my teeth we retired to his giant bed.

He lay down on his back in the centre of it and said to me, Ok Nicky, pamper me until I am so turned on that I will want only one thing and that is to bury my penis into your cute butt.

This was great I loved playing with a body as buffed as Jean Pierre was, lovely nipples to stroke and kiss, pecs and abs to run my

hands and tongue over as well. He was very responsive and it was easy to find his erogenous regions. He loved being rimmed but he didn"t want me to penetrate him with anything other than my tongue. I was having a ball. I definitely wanted him to f~uck me but I loved playing with him first. He let me play for about half an hour. I was amazed that he lasted so long before he told me to take his place he was going to f~uck me hard. He only spent about two minutes opening me up before lubing us both and entering me in one smooth stroke. He hurt like hell but remained still until he saw the pain leave my eyes. That had surprised me, most of my punters would stop as soon as they were over my sphincter to give me a chance to adjust. As soon as I was comfortable he went at me as though he only had a second to cum, very fast and hard. It was a real shock and I had hardly had time to think about it before he shot jet after jet of cum into me. I felt them all they were so powerful. He remained inside me until he was soft and then rolled over and pulled me into a cuddle. No words were spoken but I was really disappointed, I thought he would be a great lover. Five minute cuddle and then he got out of bed went to the bathroom where I heard running water. When he came back he was drying his genitals and carrying a flannel with the other hand. He wiped off my bottom, dried it and walked back to the bathroom. I was confused, he was so different from what I had expected.

When he came back he slid onto the bed alongside me and started kissing me, lovely gentle kisses all over my face before working his way down my body. He was unbelievable, no one had ever made love to me like this, I slid off to paradise in no time at all. What he did to my cock and balls defied belief. Looking back on it I still cant believe that I didnt cum, it was absolutely the best pleasuring I had ever experienced. His tongue on my glans had me squealing with pleasure, his tongue probing my arse was equally as thrilling. I had never been so hard, my cock felt as though it was going to burst. He lubed us up and my disappointment must have shown. I expected another rough f~ucking and he knew because he was smiling as he slid gently over my sphincter and very gently moved around with just an inch or so inside me, it was incredible. It

must have been ten minutes before he went in any further and then he f~ucked me with long slow strokes, rotating his hips for each entry so that I had no idea which batch of nerves he was going to strike next. I think I nearly died with the pleasure before he let me cum with him in the most intense orgasm of my life. I nearly screamed the house down.

He rolled onto his side almost straight after, pulling me with him so that he was still embedded in me as he went soft. It was heaven, he just kissed me very gently while he stroked my body and my butt. When we were both calmed down he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the shower. I realised then how strong he was, not a lot bigger than me but he carried me like I was a bag of feathers. He pampered me in the shower, dried me off and then walked me back to bed. Not one word had been uttered during that time. I was in shock I think the whole session had just been amazing.

He cuddled me to him and said, That was wonderful Nicky, you are a talented and beautiful lover, I will want to do that frequently.

What could I say except, Yes please.

He laughed, leant over to turn out the lights and we slept. What a wonderful night"s sleep I had as well. When I woke up he was gone. The curtains were open and I could see that it was quite late by the position of the sun. I hopped out of bed, grabbed a quick shower and cleaned my teeth before putting on my clothes and going to find Jean Pierre. He was in the kitchen at a breakfast bar with the Sunday papers spread round him and a cup of coffee at his elbow. He was wearing a short robe and as far as I could see nothing else. There was another man there who looked like a butler, which was what he was.

Good morning lover, how are you this morning?

Morning Jean Pierre, I dont think I have ever felt this good in the morning in my life."

He laughed and asked me what Robert could get me for breakfast. I realised I was very hungry so I said a full English breakfast, God it was good. When I finished I looked at the clock and realised I was having brunch, it was nearly noon.

What would you like to do today Nicky?

I was a bit taken back, I thought he would pay me and say goodbye and I would go home.

I dont know, I was expecting to be asked to leave so that you could get on with your weekend."

He smiled at me and with an obviously false leer told me he hoped I would stay because he wasn"t finished with my body yet. I blushed because I knew Robert had heard as well.

Im free until tonight if you want me to stay, then I have to get home because I have work in the morning."

* * *

He looked at me for a minute and then got up, took my hand and led me through to the lounge sitting me down on a settee with him.

Im being serious now Nicky. How much do you earn a month at your job?"

I blushed, it was peanuts, About six hundred pounds.

Ok. That is 7,200 pounds a year yes?

Yes.

Do you have a bank account?

Yes of course. I couldn"t see where this was going.

If I deposit 9,200 pounds in your account in the morning, thats 1,000 for last night, and another thousand for tonight, plus one years salary will you stay with me and see how we get on?

I was shocked, I had wanted a knight in shining armour to carry me off to his castle and make love to me forever but I hadn"t thought of Jean Pierre as that person.

I eventually found my voice and kind of squeaked at him, Oh yes please.

That was it, he carried me back to bed and made gentle, sensitive, mind blowing love to me for about two hours. I was wasted.

He took me to a wonderful restaurant for dinner and told me that the next day we would go to the bank first to deposit my money, then his Doctor to get me a certificate to send to work saying I would be unable to work for a month because of injuries sustained in an accident at the weekend. I looked shocked and he looked embarrassed.

I dont want you to lose your job in case we dont work out. Nice of him.

After that Nicky we are going to get you a new wardrobe.

I telephoned my parents and told them I wouldn"t be home for a while but I was perfectly ok.

* * *

The Monday was the beginning of my new life. The little East End slut had found his Pretty Woman Billionaire and I was going to make it work.

The wardrobe he bought me was mind blowing, thousands of pounds worth of designer clothes, expensive smellies, designer watch and a gold choker. He even bought me a superb leather toiletry case and a set of travelling bags.

You will have to get a passport if you dont already have one Nicky because we will travel quite a lot."

This was getting better by the minute. Time seemed to fly by and before I knew it we were looking at decision time with regard to my job.

Do you want to stay Nicky? The money is yours whatever your decision.

Of course I said yes, hell I would have stayed even if I didnt like him very much. But I stayed for the reason I didnt want to admit to myself. I was falling in love with him. He was just so nice I couldn"t believe how well he treated me, always with respect and as an equal - not as a paid rent boy. I found out why that night.

We hadn"t made love, both of us had blown the other in the shower and then just snuggled up in bed. He turned the light out but started stroking my body, he was gentle and it felt so good I was almost purring.

You know why I want you to stay? I snuggled in closer and almost whispered into his chest, No, tell me.

Im falling in love with you and I want you to stay forever."

I pulled away from him and turned the light back on. I had tears in my eyes when I said, Dont tease me Jean Pierre, thats not fair

He kissed my nose, saw my tears and kissed them away before saying, Im not teasing Nicky. You are a wonderful boy, falling in love with you has been very easy for me."

Then I cried, I love you too but I never dared think you would love me.

My life just kept getting better, Jean Pierre set up a trust fund for me so that I would always be able to live well even if we split up, his reasoning dumbfounded me.

I dont want a little tramp staying with me while he works all the angles. I have made you independently wealthy so now I know without any doubt that you are with me because you want to be not because I am rich."

More tears, how could he be so generous, I was a little tramp but I was very quickly becoming a little gentleman falling deeper and deeper in love.

Our lovemaking was off this planet and just kept getting better, I couldn"t believe where he took me when he made love to me and he said I did the same when I made love to him, but I was not allowed to penetrate him ever.

Would you like to f~uck someone Nicky? was his opening comment one day when we were snuggling. I looked stunned, Oh no I love what we have, I couldnt wish for more."

Have you ever been the top Nicky?

My reply was, Yes, frequently punters wanted me to f~uck them.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh yes, it can be so good.

So you would like to do it again?

I was getting confused.

No my lover, because I know you dont want it."

True, but I could get us an escort for the night sometime and let you f~uck him.

I hugged him very tight and said, Please dont Jean Pierre, I love you so much I dont want to risk anything spoiling it.

He nearly crushed me then as he said, You really and truly do love me then?

Of course I do, you know I can leave if I dont." That was it, he never asked again and it never worried me that I was always the bottom.

My life was perfect, how could I have been so lucky? Then I woke up, it was Mum yelling, Come on Nicky get up or youll be late for work."

Part 2

I staggered out of bed, looked around at my mean little room and wanted to cry. I was devastated. The dream had been so real. Jean Pierre had kept me for a weekend and always thereafter, it couldn"t be a dream, I loved him so much. I had never believed all this love at first sight crap but that was almost the reality with Jean

Pierre. I hadnt wanted to be the little slut with him ever, I would have slept with him for nothing almost from the second we started talking. Was any of it real or had the whole weekend been a dream. Dream, reality, I didnt know which was which.

I showered and dressed for work, there was no hurry, I wouldnt be eating breakfast, I felt gutted. I checked my Saturday night clothes they were immaculate. I checked the pockets to make sure they were empty and there it was, a check for £2,000, Jean Pierres signature.

Mum, when did I get home?

What do you mean, when did you get home, dont you know?"

No, tell me.

A fancy limousine brought you home about 1 oclock this morning. You were so tired I had to put you to bed."

All I had to do was get an express clearance on the check and then at least I would be a lot better off than I had been on Friday and would know some of it wasn"t a dream. I have to admit I was pretty depressed most of the week. The check cleared ok but I was still gutted.

Saturday came and I went up to the West End as normal but my heart wasn"t in it.

I started at the Inn on the Park but I couldnt stay, too many memories of last week so I left early for the Hilton. Truth have it, the Hilton was a better pick up point anyway. The Americans preferred that and they were usually good for one punt even if I only made about $500 instead of £500, but I didn"t mind this week, I was going to be a lousy f~uck anyway.

I had downed two cocktails and was beginning to think I didn"t want to do this anymore. I thought I would wander along Piccadilly and maybe for a change go into a Gay club and try for a pick up from a guy that just wanted to make love to me because I was me.

I got up from the bar, turned to leave and saw him immediately. He was stood in the doorway looking straight at me. I lost it immediately, I just sat straight back down and burst into tears. What a f~ucking stupid thing to do.

He was by my side in a nanosecond. He pulled me into his arms and cuddled me. I think every eye in the bar was on us.

Its ok Nicky, dont cry anymore, were going home."

He helped me out of the bar and into a taxi, hardly worth it considering the distance but I was pleased really. He got me up to the apartment and before I knew it I was in his arms again being cuddled on a sofa.

Im sorry, Im so sorry, I love you so much, please let me stay. I dont want any money ever, I just want to be with you."

I lost it completely then I guess because the next thing I knew was the sun shining in through the windows as I opened my eyes. Same room as last weekend, I looked at the other side of the bed. It had been slept in but was now empty which was how I felt. I lay still for a few minutes gathering my thoughts and taking in my condition.

I had lost it as soon as I saw him, I remember entering the apartment and then nothing. I looked under the covers, I was naked, I looked around and my clothes were on a gentleman"s clothes horse with my shoes stowed underneath. I looked at the clock on the bedside table, nearly midday, I had slept for twelve hours as close as I could guess.

The door started to open and as soon as I saw him I curled up in the foetal position and started to cry, quietly this time, gentle tears for the loss of something that I never really had except in my imagination.

He sat down on the bed and gently pulled me into his arms. He cuddled me, stroking my body with such tenderness it made me gasp.

I thought I had lost you, I was such a fool last week letting you go.

I looked into a pair of worried eyes, plus something else. As I calmed down I thought about what he had just said.

What do you mean, you thought you had lost me?

I should never have let you go last Sunday. I love you as well and want you with me always.

Too much for my fragile disposition at that moment in time. I broke down again, huge gut wrenching sobs, I was nearly convulsing as I replied to his comment.

Please dont tease, I love you so much. Just let me get dressed, Ill go, Ill not be a nuisance. Im so sorry I made a scene.

That took me forever to say because it was one word in between each long drawn out sob.

He lay me back down on the bed and went. He was back in no time with a glass.

Here, drink this, one gulp, no sipping.

I did and nearly went into orbit. It was cognac, which should be sipped not gulped. It started a fire deep down in my guts cutting off anymore ideas about crying. Sure my eyes were watering but that was caused by the fire not the emotions.

Before you have time to get hysterical again, listen to me. I love you Nicky, I shouldnt have let you go last weekend. Now Im not going to. I mean it lover, you are going to stay with me forever if you want to.

I looked into his eyes and saw the love and concern. I just threw myself back into his arms and gave him the most passionate kiss I had ever given anyone. I couldn"t look at him after it, so I just buried my face in his neck and hung onto him waiting for his reaction.

It started as a little rumble in his stomach, I could feel the vibration through my own stomach, then it grew and moved upwards, finally it was a great big bout of laughter.

What a fool I am, all this trauma unnecessarily, can you forgive me little one?

I looked into his laughing eyes this time and shed a few more tears, these were happy ones though and I nodded.

He lay me back down again, dropped his robe on the floor and hopped back into bed, naked, the same as me.

Its very late so no sex, just an hour of cuddles and then some brunch, yes?"

I nodded, I wasn"t ready for speech yet.

I was in heaven, he cuddled me and gently stroked me for almost an hour telling me how much he had missed me and how he had realised it was because he had fallen in love with me. He told me

that if he hadn"t found me last night he was going to drive to my house this morning to try to find me.

A wonderful pampered shower followed and then brunch. I was floating on air.

We went through to the lounge afterwards and he sat me down cuddling me.

Now, no messing about, you are going to „phone home and tell your parents you wont be home for about a week. You have a new job in town and will tell them all about it when you see them. First thing tomorrow morning youll „phone work, apologise, and tell them you resign, effective immediately. Ok so far?

I nodded.

After that we will have a light breakfast and then go back to bed because I am sure I will want to make love to you again by then, ok?

I nodded again.

Now, what would you like to do for the remainder of today?

Can you take me back to bed now and show me how you are going to make love to me tomorrow after breakfast?

He nearly fell off the couch laughing, but he did take me back to bed. The love making was nothing like it had been the previous weekend. It was totally off this planet, and the proof was the quantity of cum I generated and the volume of my tears, wonderful happy tears for this man that I had fallen for big time.

What a week we had, new passport for me, visa so that I could go to Tunisia with him. A whole rack of new clothes and

accessories. A complete makeover at a beauty parlour, not that I needed it, te, he, he. Wow, did I ever look good after it. A really neat haircut then a beautician worked on my skin. I had a facial scrub and eyebrow trim after I had been shaved, then my whole body was exfoliated except for a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair and a little left under my arms. That was a little embarrassing particularly when the defoliant was applied to my crack, she was very careful not to get any on my rosebud but I could feel how close she got. Yeah, it was the same female beautician did the lot. Mind you she was a good ten to fifteen years older than me so it didn"t seem too bad. I had a wonderful massage and Turkish Bath before the final bit which was a complete manicure and pedicure. I felt like a million dollars by the time I walked out of there.

I think when we get to Tunisia all my friends are going to enjoy making love to you, you are absolutely perfect.

I was stunned, all his friends making love to me was not in my thoughts. I looked at him in shock until I saw his eyes.

Not fair.

He was almost giggling as he pulled me into his arms.

They will all want to though Baby. There are lots of very beautiful boys in my country but you are stunning.

I looked up at him and planted a kiss on his lips.

Thank you Jean Pierre, I will always try to please you because I love you so much. You wont really let anyone else make love to me will you?"

No, of course not little one. I will never share you.

During the course of the week I found out that JP"s family owned several large tourist resorts in Spain and France as well as in

Tunisia itself. He was incredibly wealthy but his father still expected him to do some work.

As far as anyone is concerned Nicky you are going to be my new Assistant. You will have to learn French and if you are at all linguistic we will try you on Spanish and Arabic as well. I will show you the basics of what you need to do and we will worry about the remainder as we go.

This all sounded so exciting.

On the Friday morning JP said he had to go to Cannes in the South of France for a meeting and a dinner in the evening but he would be back on Saturday. This would be a good opportunity to go to see my parents. I needed to tell them about the new job and the fact that I would be travelling all over Europe and North Africa. He gave me a set of keys to the apartment.

Just in case Robert isnt here when you get back from your parents."

Now this really was like a dream.

Mum and Dad were amazed. They had to believe me because I had gone to see them dressed very expensively but very soberly, like a businessman might dress when he was being casual. I had bought them both presents, sort of going away presents.

I dont know when I shall be home again but I will keep in touch. When I am in England I will be staying here, and I passed them a business card that JP had made for me, Thats my London address and telephone number, plus my cell „phone, you can get me on that anywhere anytime.

They were impressed. Mum particularly.

She gave me a hug and a kiss and said, I always knew you would do well, you worked so hard to be better than your friends and youve always been a good boy."

She would have been disappointed if she had known what a slut I had been for the last couple of years, but hopefully that was all behind me. I didnt know where this was likely to go with JP, I hoped it would go on forever but I tried to be realistic. „Ill love him as long as hell have me, Ill work hard to continue improving my knowledge base and Ill keep investing every penny I can so that Ill never be poor again, but most of all Ill try to make JP proud of me.

I guess it worked, my life became one long fairy tale. I did appear to have a penchant for languages as well because after my first year with JP I could speak very acceptable French and Spanish. Arabic was a different matter and it was over five years before that came naturally to me. We did spend a lot of time in Tunisia, which helped.

Im now nearly thirty and senior assistant to the President of the Company. JPs father died a few years ago now and JP took over the company. I could have sat back and done nothing but that wasn"t my way. JP told me he was pleased because I really was indispensable. Funny, the single most important thing I did was organize scheduled and unscheduled meetings and trips for JP, using the same computer programme as I had used in the stores at Ford.

Oh, and he still thinks I"m his baby, makes love to me most nights and has never failed to make me feel like the most important person in his life. Of course he is the most important person in mine and I make sure I tell him and show him at every opportunity.

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