Damien takes Lauren upstairs

Damien carried Lauren into her mansion and up the stairs. When he'd gently set her on her bed she pulled out her phone from her purse.

"What are you doing?" Damien asked, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular body.

"I'm looking up that company." She explained as he hitched up her dress. "What was it called again? Paradisus Gourmandise?"

"Don't worry about all that." He grinned, reaching up under her long gown and yanking down her thong off her legs, slipping it over her feet. "I'll take care of everything."

"Oh... but... um..." Lauren stammered as Damien's head disappeared under her dress. In a moment his tongue found her womanhood and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Oh... oh god..." Lauren groaned.

Lauren was an extremely woman to make orgasm. In less than a minute, she was crying out in pleasure so loudly the butler downstairs covered his ears. This was just the first of a half dozen orgasms. The truth was, for how strict and stern Lauren normally was, she was very easily manipulated with sex. By the end of the night, as she lay sprawled in helpless bliss, her thighs drenched in her own juices, Damien was in the bathroom, purchasing tickets for their trip to Mexico...