How To Sell Your Way Through Life

It was Gregory Matthews… her most persistent suitor! He allowed her a moment to recover her color, which had paled to a deathly white and when her eyes regarded him, a thousand questions mingling and burning her widened gaze, he nodded. “Yes, my love, Gregory Matthews, your devoted suitor, at your service! Allow me, sweet Marie… I must observe the amenities!” And as Marie retreated her soft hand from his limp, sperm-dampened organ, he bowed low, mockingly, before the haughty Marcia and holding his thumb and right forefinger around the tip of his penis, made it jog its head in carnal courtesy to this patrician debutante! “Good evening, my sweet Marcia! I trust you enjoyed your little ride with me!” Her eyes were pools of great liquid anguish and terror and incomprehension. “Yes, pretty Marcia, I took the place of Henry at the wheel of your illustrious and expensive Cadillac! I persuaded him-you know how money has persuasive qualities-you should know, having paved your way through life with a well-laden purse. Well, my sweet, I mean to have you learn how much more beneficial a loaded cunt can be!” “Like mine, sweetheart,” interposed Marie, flashing her lover a languorous gaze from between fluttering, golden lashes. “Don’t compare your wonderful lovenook. with Marcia’s ice-cold hope chest,” he retorted with a smile; then, turning back to Marcia, he continued, “Yes; I had the honor of being your chauffeur ...»