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It was 1:30 in the morning and the streets were deserted. That was a good thing since I wasn't focusing on the road. All I could think about was fucking Joann. That had been pretty much my only thought since I discovered she had embezzled a large sum of cash from the radio station we worked for. I'd been holding that over her head for a couple of weeks and taking advantage of it on a daily basis.

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After a nearly 48 hours of non-stop sex, I barely had the strength to get home. Looking back on it, I’m amazed it didn’t kill me. How about that as a cause of death? Too much fucking. If you’ve got to go…well, I’ll spare you the cliché. When I learned the secretary at the radio station I work for had been stealing money from the owner, I saw my chance. I’d wanted to fuck her sweet Mexican body since the first time I’d met Joann three years earlier.

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