The woman was a tall brunette, and she was dressed in knee-high, black leather boots with very high heels. As well, she wore matching gloves that rose half-way up her upper arms, and a one-piece outfit that left her big breasts bare, the globes thrust out through cut-outs in the leather. Sleeveless, the garment had a high collar that was closed with two silver buckles. Cut above her hips on the sides, the leather narrowed toward the juncture of her loins, and separated into slender straps that pressed between her inner thighs and her cunt, forcing the lust mound forward. The light gleaming from the ringlets of her muff, and from the leather, she stared straight ahead.

As Jack listened to Ben agree to the appointment and tell him that he would phone if Erin did not choose to come, he motioned for the woman to approach him. Her tits quivering temptingly, she obeyed, and he nodded toward his clothes.

"Yes, I understand, Ben," he said into the phone as the woman began to open his trousers, and slide them off. "You might tell Erin that C. stands for Carla, my partner and my sister. If she feels too uncomfortable at the prospect of discussing things with a man, then Carla will handle her interview," he explained, shifting to allow the woman to finish undressing him.

"Hey, that's probably a very good idea," Ben said.

"Well, our purpose is to relax tensions and lower barriers," Jack said, motioning for the woman to turn around.

The leather straps that framed her snatch rejoined just behind it, the single strap they formed rising up between the firm globes of her ass cheeks, another strap coming down from the back. The two straps were looped, and snapped around a wide, silver ring that held her fanny open and framed the pursing of her anus.

"Don't worry, Mr. Harvey, I think you'll find that your wife is capable of much more than either of you would think possible," Jack confided, the woman easing down to sit atop his immense cock, his bulbous knob moving through the silver ring, and up into her anus.

"Then we'll be seeing you tomorrow," Ben finished.

"We'll be looking forward to meeting you," Jack said, his eyes lidding as the woman began to slide down his pole, "and Erin."

The woman's expression was ecstatic as his thick length filled her rectum, her body bowed forward between shoulders and hips, her booted feet spread. He hung up the phone, after giving Ben the address, and reached over to flip the intercom on, his head back against the chair, his eyes closed.

"Yes?" a sultry woman's voice responded.

"Would you like to step into my office, Carla?" he asked, his voice tight as the woman began to turn her ass, the heat of her depths shifting against his prod.