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She opened her eyes and saw Paul's knowing face in the rear view mirror. He had seen everything and now it was his turn to smile and wink his eye at her. It was beautiful. He understood. Sandy shut her eyes again and before she knew it she was being awakened by Paul. The limousine door was open and her apartment awaited them.

A few weeks went by and Sandy and Elton set up housekeeping at her house. However, she never allowed Elton to give up his bachelor apartment. Elton liked the idea of being married and still having an apartment to himself. Basically he was like a recluse. His apartment was in a nice modern building. The carpeted hallways deadened any sound that was made and it was a quiet kind of building. His apartment consisted of an L-shaped room, a very small modern kitchen and the latest in tiled bathrooms. It could really have been made into a very pleasant place, but as Elton is Elton, there were piles of magazines stacked up against the wall. In the middle of the floor there were three suitcases that had been purchased for three different occasions. The first one was three years old and had been purchased for a trip to Florida. The second one was bought for California. The latest was from Bermuda. All three suitcases sat there with their lids gaping open and still partially packed with new and soiled clothes from each of the individual trips. Mixed in among the debris were stacks and stacks of Sunday newspapers. The slick covered magazines were piled so high that they leaned against each other like many drunks trying to hold one another upright. Near the telephone, which sat on a desk next to a wall was a long clip board and upon closer inspection Sandy knew that Elton was a methodical record keeper.

"Do you mean to say that you list every phone call that you make? You mean to say that your so God damn petty that you have to know exactly what time you dial, the number to whom you spoke with and how long each phone call lasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to write down each fucking number that I dial. You cheap recluse son-of-a-bitch. I ought to knock you on your arse. This place is like a little old ladies house, bare aseptic and sterile. That's what you are. I'll bet you really can't even get a hard-on. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen your prod look like a hard cock. Come here you son-of-a-bitch and stand in front of me when I'm talking to you. You no good bastard."

Elton shuffled over towards Sandy, who had now seated herself at the desk. He spoke as she picked the receiver up and dialed a number; "Is this close enough dear? Should I come closer? Write down the number that you dial on the first column of the pad honey. The time now is eleven-fifteen a.m. Write the time in the second column. The name of the person goes in the third column and the number of minutes you are on the…"

"Son-of-a-bitch! You miserable bastard!" Sandy lashed out with her hand as she spoke. The back of her hand caught Elton on the cheek. "Paul. Hi. This is Sandy. We're finally set up. Would you like to come to dinner tonight at my apartment in the village…? Yes. Yes. We'll expect you at about… excuse me Paul… Elton you son-of-a-bitch." Sandy reached forward and grabbed Elton by the balls. She felt them through his pants and underwear and with a hard tug, she pulled him closer to her. She motioned Elton to silence and commanded, "Drop your pants, bastard!"

Sandy heard Paul say, "Gee, Sandy. It sounds like you're going to have a real good time. It's very nice of you to invite me to your party and I'll see you later." Paul hung up.

Elton stood before Sandy. His trousers and drawers in a pile around his ankles. His grey pubic hair made his beginning to blossom boner look like a stunted tree in a grey forest.

Sandy said, "Get your Goddamn peter out of my face and let me finish my phone calls and I'm not going to make any Goddamn list out either. You have your nerve. What in the hell do you think I'm going to do… make your shitty list for every phone call. You just paid my phone bill for $130.00 and you didn't blink an eyelash, so what in the hell is this Goddamn nonsense about?"

Elton interrupted, "Sandy, you know the bill for your phone was $133.65 plus tax and…"

"You bastard. You cheap no good bastard. You have your nerve bringing the exact amount of my phone bill up into this matter. You're lucky to have the privilege of having my bills. Just because I allowed you to pay several thousand dollars, doesn't mean you own me. Because buddy, get this straight now… I own you. You are my slave and you had better God damn well toe the mark." Sandy suddenly swatted Elton's growing dong. Her fingers stuck the head like two or three thongs of a vicious whip. His cock shriveled to a fraction of its former size. It was wrinkled and hung very, very soft and limp. The head laid up against his balls flat. Sandy stood up and shoved Elton up against the wall and started beating on him with both her hands. She grasped the hair on his head and pounded Elton's head against the wall. She said, "Wipe that smirk off your face. You haven't seen anything yet, buddy."

Elton's wang began to grow again and he knew that Sandy also knew what was happening.

Sandy said, "Oh, what have we here? It looks like you're finally getting a hard-on. Come here baby. Let me feel your prod. It looks like it has a little tear in its eye also."

Elton jutted his hips outward and his cock stood out from his body rigidly. He felt Sandy put her palm and fingers into his crotch and her cupped hand formed a tight jock strap. Her hand restrained his now throbbing cock. Elton said, "Oh please. Kiss it. Kiss it." He felt Sandy's hand encircle his shaft. Her hand started to slide up and down his smarting cock. The semen oozed outwards and made his stick slip back and forth on a grease of sperm.

"Enough of this, you fucker. Get down on your knees." She released Elton's cock and it swung upwards slapping his belly. A bead of semen flicked from his cock and struck Sandy on the neck. It's whiteness made her tan look even darker. "You shit head. You bottle of piss. You slimy mother. Come here! Bend your arse and lick your slime off my neck! I don't want any of that shit. Come on. Huffy up, you bastard!"

Elton leaned forward saying, "Oh yes! Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do! Your wish is my command." He felt Sandy's hand grab his ears and draw his puckered lips to the gob of semen on her suntanned neck. His lips touched her neck. It was soft and warm and he could feel the blood coursing through her body. His lips felt the wet semen as they sucked inward. Elton felt Sandy push him away by the ears. He shut his eyes. He knew that she was trying to lock her eyes to his. His protuberance bounced in an arcing motion as he stood upright once more.

Sandy took his cock in her left hand and the thumb and forefinger of her right hand grabbed the throbbing mushroom. She pinched hard and brutally at the mushroom and his cock lost its hard-on and became limp. "On your knees! On your knees? Come on stupid. Get down." Sandy hiked her mini skirt up above her waist and squatted down into the desk chair. She felt Elton get between her legs. She saw that his eyes were shut and his cock was limp, but still wet.

Elton gasped, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Can I suck your cunt. Please, please let me suck your cunt. Let me make you happy. Please."

His eyes were still shut and he heard Sandy's command, "Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Watch what you're going to do. You are going to put your finger between the lips of my pussy and feel my cream dripping and running out of my hot love hole." Sandy brought her hand around and gave Elton a sharp slap on the side of his face. "Open your eyes stupid. Look at what you're doing. You are not paying attention."

Elton opened his eyes and begged. "Please. Please. Let me keep my eyes shut. Let me suck your beautiful cunt? Please let me suck and eat you? I don't want to open my eyes."