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Day 1

Evan’s Pickup slowly rolled into the narrow space.
“I hope I can back out of here without hitting anything” he sighed as he looked down at the luxury sedan beside him.

The lot only had a handful of spaces under the falling leaves of what looked to be an ancient Oak tree. Behind the truck was the red brick wall of the old Southern Mansion that had been turned into a law office.

Candice looked down from her window at the Porche beside her. “I think I may be better off crawling across, I wouldn’t want to ding that thing.”

Even shook his head. “They didn’t have trucks in mind when they put this lot together, did they?”

“I told you we should have taken my car!” Candice said.

Evan smiled. “I wanted to actually get here.”

“255,000 miles is just breaking it in!” Candice replied.

“Besides,” Evan changed the subject. “After this, we are going to need to swing by ‘Eros’ and do some shopping!” He grinned widely.

“You plan to buy something at a sex shop that is going to need a truck to transport?” Candice asked. She looked around. “I may be having second thoughts then”

Evan wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “Don’t you dare! You’re mine!”

“Not until I sign.” She whispered back. She glanced at the clock “And our appointment not for another 20 minutes.”

He cupped the back of her head in his palm and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “And what do you want to do with your last 20 minutes of freedom? He asked”

“Make sure you’re thinking with your brain and not your dick,” She said as she reached over and began to pull at his belt.

“Here?” He gasped.

“In this thing, we’re high enough that no one will see me.” She opened his fly and fished his cock out from the opening in his boxers. “It’s the last time I get to choose to give you a blowjob.” She kissed him one more time before dropping down to wrap her lips around his shaft.

Evan glanced around nervously. Across the street, a woman walked behind a small dog, a leash in one hand, a plastic baggy in another. Cars rolled by on the street. A sedan rolled into the space by the entrance, its occupant, a middle-aged woman with brown hair got out and walked past the truck without a glance on her way into the building.

All the while Candice bobbed on his cock. Coming from the side, she wrapped her tongue around to lick the underside of his shaft. He was always impressed with how agile her tongue was. She slurped more than usual, but she usually was head-on when she did this, it didn’t seem to impair Evan’s experience at all. He gasped deeply as she took him all the way to the back of her throat and then slowly slid back up to flick the tip of her tongue against the ridge under his head.

His right hand slid down her back, into her pants, and under her cotton panties, as he kneaded her ass while she sucked. His left hand seemed to hover in space for a moment, unsure what to do until he set it on his steering wheel and gripped it tight.

Her head slid back down on him and began bobbing, sliding him in and out of her mouth, her lips caressing him with each stroke while her tongue was sure to slide across his most sensitive spots.

“Oh Jesus!” he gasped.

She knew that phrase. It was Evan’s tell. Within seconds of him saying it, she tasted his bitter semen as it spurt into her mouth. She locked her lips tightly around his cock and swallowed, sucked, and swallowed again. Evan’s hand was curling almost painfully on her ass while his free hand pounded the wheel. She used her tongue to clean up the last drops, swallowed once more then rose up smiling at him while she retrieved a napkin from his glove compartment and wiped a trickle of cum and saliva that had run down her chin.

“Ho…My God!” Evan said at last after a few more deep breaths. “I think I’ll keep you around!”

Candice licked her lips and held up her left hand flashing the massive diamond of her engagement ring. “So you say!”

Evan just smiled at her.

Candice blushed a little.

Ten minutes later they were climbing the steps of an old converted 19th century Mansion to the 2nd floor Law Office of James Darrow Esquire. The stairs led directly into a sitting area populated by plants, wingback chairs and a polished leather couch. The Receptionist was seated at a particle board desk that seemed extremely out of place for the rest of the building.

“Mr. Hugo, Miss. Glen, You can go right in, Mr Darrow is waiting for you.” The older woman said with a slightly annoyed tone in her voice.

Candice smiled at her and the woman looked at the window to her left.

To her alarm, Candice realized that the window looked down on Evan’s truck and she could see the front seat clearly. Her eye snapped back up to the receptionist who was sataring at her. Candice shrugged and suppressed a giggle as she followed Evan in to the room.

Darrow’s office took up half the floor. They crossed a wide open area lined with books shelves and a picture window with a bench on one side. A background drape and a tripod were set up in the middle like a photography studio, though the tripod was empty and the drape looked to be creased.

On the far side, James Darrow stood behind an antique oak desk that had been polished almost to the point of being reflective. It held a computer monitor in one corner and a leather desk mat that framed his keyboard, mouse, and a blank legal notepad next to an expensive-looking pen.
Mr. Darrow motioned to the two matching antique wooden chairs in front of his desk and the couple sat down.

Mr. Darrow clicked his mouse as he sat.
“So, Miss. Glenn, you are here to sign into a voluntary Nexum service to Mr. Hugo?” Mr. Darrow asked.

Candice was a little surprised by how quickly the man had jumped straight into the conversation.

“Uhh, yes, sir.” She replied and placed her hand over Evan’s

Even met her gaze and raised his eyebrows mischievously.

Darrow looked at her. “The two of you have already discussed this arrangement presumably?”

“Yes we have” Evan responded.

Darrow reached into a desk drawer and produced 2 manila folders. Each had one of their names on it. He handed them over.

“Candice, as you will be the bound property of Evan until such time that the contract is complete, or you choose to breach contract, you will need to clearly document any limitations that Evan will have to respect. Evan, as the holder of Candices’s contract you will be responsible for honoring the limits as set down by her in that document. Violations of those limits constitute a breach of contract leaving you liable to pay monetary damages as defined in the contract or possibly classify the contract as complete before the agreed upon term. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Evan said.
<to be Continued...>

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