【Sister Cao's Beautiful Mature Woman's Desire Ride】【Author: franksdand (frank)】

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Author: franksdand (frank)
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********** 　　... 　　While Frank believes that every woman at different ages possesses a unique beauty and sexiness, 　　mature women who 　　have weathered the storms of life past 30, or even 40, often possess a natural, innate charm. Knowing 　　how to wield this alluring charm, they become irresistible, tempting targets for every man , 　　much like the exquisite flavor of a well-aged T-bone steak. 　　"Beauty never fades, only the heart ages." In fact, if we look at the aging beauties around us from a different perspective, 　　with a change in perspective, aren't they also "ageless beauties" in a modern sense? 　　Like someone with a young child? Xiao Minghai returned to his parents' home. It had been a while since he'd seen Teacher Jie'er, 　　and when she suddenly appeared outside the red iron gate at the back of his house on the first floor, Frank, who had encountered her by chance, 　　was momentarily stunned, staring at her for a few moments before finally approaching this 　　elementary school teacher in her forties—a woman who could easily be called a "beautiful witch. " 　　"Good morning! You...what are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" "Um, I wanted to surprise you, 　　my husband..." "Ha! My husband! Hmm! It's not appropriate to say that here, let's go 　　somewhere else!" "Yes, that's right..." Frank had come home from work that morning to pick up a document 　　, but unexpectedly ran into Teacher Jie'er here—since she gave birth to my little one? Xiao Minghai, 　　she had stayed at her parents' home in Kaohsiung to recuperate and take care of Xiao Minghai, only occasionally appearing to see her, maybe 　　once or twice a month at most! 　　And the baby she's holding at this moment, must be our little one, born of our blood? 　　Little Minghai! And "Minghai" is the name of Teacher Jie'er's father—a young, honest man who died young and 　　a sailor on a deep-sea fishing boat. Teacher Jie'er probably named her little son this way to remember that 　　father whose face is now blurred in her memory. 　　"Gurgle! Gurgle!" "Heh, Master, please stop teasing him! I finally managed 　　to calm him down. If he gets energetic again, I'll be tormented by him!" "Ha! Is that so? 　　Isn't that the joy of being a mother? Gurgle! Gurgle!" Ah, saying we were going to talk somewhere else was really just a matter of 　　turning a corner around the back door of Frank's house, and then we found ourselves 　　in a narrow fire lane less than two meters wide. Meanwhile, once Frank had settled down, he couldn't resist moving closer 　　to Teacher Jie'er and playfully teasing the little baby he hadn't seen in almost a month, Xiao Minghai, in her arms. 　　"Hmm, stop playing around! Master, I'm serious!" "Chirp chirp chirp! Heh, then I'll be serious too 　　... You've gotten prettier in just a few days!" "Hmm? Really?" "Yes! By the way, 　　where are your glasses?" "I went to the optician last time, and after listening to your advice, I'm planning to switch to contact lenses from now on... 　　Master... Do I look good like this?" The saying goes, "A woman dresses up for her lover," and every 　　master is naturally happy to see their submissive follow their suggestions or opinions—especially when it makes the submissive 　　radiant, unrecognizable... Ah, no, radiant, completely transformed. 　　Frank has known Teacher Jie for about three years. She's turning 42 this year, and honestly, she's at most 　　a passerby-type pretty girl with enduring appeal. Her face and features are somewhat reminiscent of a mature Japanese AV actress? Eriko Miura; and 　　at 166.4 meters tall, she's tall? She was rather thin and not very busty. Coupled with 　　the minimal makeup and bare-faced style she was expected to wear as a teacher, she had never been a strikingly beautiful woman. Therefore, 　　her beauty today was all the more striking and captivating. 　　Her khaki short trench coat was stylish, and the black ruffled knee-length skirt she wore underneath 　　subtly revealed the curves of her thighs and her fair skin. Combined with her neatly styled long, curly hair, red 　　jeweled earrings, and khaki rabbit fur ankle boots, Ms. Jie, who seemed to have rediscovered her 　　sense of style, appeared to be no more than 30 years old! 　　"Mmm, beautiful, really..." "Mmm, okay! Stop staring at me, I...Jie'er gets 　　shy too!" "Ha! It's rare to hear you say you're pretty! Just accept the compliment and smile happily!" " 　　Oh~ Master, are you teasing me or praising me?" "Heh! What do you 　　think?" In the narrow fire lane, near the back door of my house, several 　　large cardboard boxes from some unscrupulous neighbor were piled up, now providing us with a cover—allowing me to be a little bolder and reach out to 　　touch Teacher Jie'er's face; and her well-maintained skin, smooth and 　　delicate as my hand touched it, showed no signs of her being a 40-something-year-old mother who had given birth to four children. 　　After all, in a rural place like Pingtung, the strong sense of neighborly affection also means that 　　the spread of gossip is even more terrifying! Therefore, this fire lane separating my home from Teacher Jie'er's, despite being dark, damp, 　　and deserted, became our usual haunt for impromptu rendezvous. Even though the other end of this fire lane 　　led directly to the main road and shopping street in town, the occasional glances from passersby into the fire lane 　　added a touch of excitement and thrill to our rendezvous. 　　"Heh, seriously, why did you come back today?" I asked, while stretching out my hand and starting to play with...

Admiring Ms. Jie'er's new earrings, I said, "Well, I want to go back to school to sort out the extended parental leave. I want to
stay at my parents' house for another year, to spend time with my mom and our little Minghai... Oh! Right? My little darling!"
As she spoke, Ms. Jie'er lowered her head and glanced at the baby in her arms a few more times. "Well,
do you want to go back to your room? I'll come to your house every week to clean and tidy up..." I said,
taking out a bunch of keys from my pocket; Ms. Jie'er's house key was also hanging on it.
The back door of the kitchen in the first-floor rented room of the apartment next to hers opened in this narrow fire lane, less than five
steps away from us.
"No need, I believe you... Master, my husband..." "Hmm, really?" "This is Jie'er's
current home, Xiao Minghai's future home, and of course... it will also be your home, Master, my husband's home, and the home of the three of us
. Jie'er believes... no one would abandon their own home..." "Hmm, why... suddenly
say that?" Suddenly, hearing Teacher Jie'er's emotional confession, Frank withdrew his hand and scratched
his hair shyly. At the same time, he felt a warm feeling flowing in his heart.
"Hmm! But you've changed so much, it's just that your breasts are still a little small, what a pity!" Frank
wasn't good at dealing with women's emotional confessions. After putting the key back in his pants pocket, he quickly
changed the subject and grabbed her breasts under her khaki short trench coat. He suddenly felt a
fullness in her breasts that was different from her previous B-cup size.
"Ugh! Master, husband! I told you how long I've been breastfeeding! You should remember... because of that...
my breasts have gotten so big! Look!" After slapping away my hand that was touching her breasts, Teacher Jie'er
held her child in one arm and unbuttoned her trench coat with the other. As the coat opened to the sides
, a pair of slightly drooping, full breasts, hovering between a large C and a small D cup, came into view
.
At the same time, on Teacher Jie'er's dark, almost black nipples, perhaps due to maternal
love for her offspring? Or perhaps due to the lust aroused by the man before her? A few drops of bright white
breast milk had seeped from her nipples.
"Heh! Teacher Jie'er, you little pervert... you're not wearing a bra! At least wear a nursing bra
! Are you... planning to go to school wearing just this, jiggling your breasts? What a... perverted teacher! Ha!
You wouldn't happen to be wearing something down there too..." "Hmm! Ugh... don't talk about me... it's just because I'm coming to
see you today... so I didn't..." With one hand touching the nipple of a woman's breast, which was slightly oozing with breast milk,
my other hand reached under Teacher Jie'er's short skirt. With a flick of my wrist, I saw her still maintaining
the habit of shaving her pubic hair, her full mons pubis, smooth and visible, quietly displayed before my eyes.
"So... this is why you came to see me today? Well, there's no other way, I guess I'll just have to make you breastfeed like a mother while
being fucked like a bitch, right? Teacher Jie'er..." On a whim, after looking around at the
quiet, deserted firebreak alley, Frank unzipped his pants, casually pulled out his semi-erect penis, shook it
a few times, then casually moistened it with some saliva, and after a few times of wetting Teacher Jie'er's slightly tight vaginal opening, with
a "plop," his penis, which hadn't been used by a woman's vagina today, was thrust straight into
Teacher Jie'er's warm vagina, which was both that of a former wife and a current mother.
"Oh...that's it...it's in...Master, my husband...at my parents' house...Jie'er misses
...the feeling of Master's (penis)...ah..." "Heh! You perverted teacher! You bitch teacher
! Heh heh! Calling you lewd and despicable isn't enough! I'll just...let you go to school today with my sperm inside
...oh hiss...to show your colleagues...to show the kids...to see how Zou ○ Jie, in heat...uses her
womb as a teacher..." "Hmm...Master, my husband is so bad...Jie'er is someone you trained
..." "...Perverted teacher...bitch teacher...ahhh...so lewd and depraved...ahhhh..."
In the fire-resistant alley, where lewd moans faintly echoed, outside the back door of Teacher Jie'er's kitchen, Jie'er, the mistress of the house,
braced herself against the wooden and screen doors of the kitchen with one hand, while trying to hold onto Xiao Minghai, who was nursing, with the other. Her slightly upturned
buttocks revealed that her black, ruffled, knee-length skirt was lifted up to her waist, allowing
Frank, who was thrusting into her vagina from behind, to have a clear view of her firm and elastic buttocks.
"And then? Keep going!" "Hmm... Ahh... And... Ah~ It's all the way inside
... Ah..." "Idiot! Do I want to know this?" "Yes... Hmm... But... It
feels so good... So good... Ah... I know... Ahhh... I'll go to ○
○ Elementary School later... so everyone can see... my uterus... filled with my master's sperm... Ahhh
..." As Frank continued to thrust his penis in and out, the vaginal fluids in Teacher Jie'er's vagina
gradually secreted, making Teacher Jie'er's vagina even more suitable for men to fuck and pound wildly.
Frank held Teacher Jie'er's waist with one hand and pulled on the black
ruffled knee-length skirt hanging above her waist with the other, his body slightly arched, trying to reward his
long-lost submissive with a precious semen belonging to the master as a man.
However, from the other end of the dark firebreak alley, towards the bustling main street and shopping district, suddenly, frank
seemed to sense the chattering and curious glances from two or three nosy passersby
; but whether it was the submissive mother nursing her milk, or the slave father sweating profusely as he fed his submissive mother's thirsty lust,
we, immersed in this world of SM training games, now only cared about
our own reflection in each other's eyes.
"Master husband... I... Jie'er... love you so much..." "Ah, me too, baby..."
Returning to our own physical needs, perhaps it also allows us to return to the most authentic love and desire.
Around
11 a.m., I went home to get a document from Frank, and finally returned to the business
office. My destination was the director's office, where Director Cao was waiting.
"My dear husband, the red thread wrapped around your finger lately seems to be getting more and more tangled and numerous!
" "Red thread? What red thread? Where on my hand is there a red thread wrapped around it?" "Heh, that
's just a metaphor! Silly husband...you...you must have heard of the Old Man Under the Moon who ties the red thread of fate, right?"
"Yes, he is! A friend of Santa Claus! Selling mooncakes? Ha! I know, I'm joking!"
After a period of "affection" in the fire alley, Teacher Jie'er, who is said to have a natural spiritual constitution and can see the causes and consequences of people's lives
, suddenly had this conversation with me, and then left
my sight with little Minghai, who had just finished breastfeeding.
Furthermore, she mysteriously reminded Frank that when she went home to tidy up old things,
she might find a white high heel, and that shoe, soon after, might help me re-
tie a loose red thread tightly to my finger.
Normally, I keep my distance from supernatural matters and don't care; but a few days later,
to my surprise, while tidying up old things at home, Frank actually found a lone
white high heel.
However, before that happened, I still had to rush back to the director's office and
give the document I had left at home to Director Cao.
"Hey! Ah Ping, what are you doing here? Looking for Director Cao?" "Yeah, good morning! Brother ○, I...I
have something to do, I'll head back to Chaozhou first!" "Okay, take care!" "Okay, then...Brother ○,
I'll be going now, goodbye!" Back in the business office, Frank unexpectedly ran into Ah Ping—a few
months ago, he was just a junior employee transferred to Frank's team. He was also one of Frank's
"Pocket Monsters"...ah, one of his "M-slave" babies, Zhuang Jingyin, her
legal husband registered in the spouse section of her ID card; later, because of my relationship with Zhuang Jingyin, Frank decided to promote him
to the position of station manager of the Chaozhou operations station. Therefore, now his rank has suddenly become
equal to Frank's.
"Uh... Director Cao, I'm back!" "Hmm, I know, my eyes aren't blind yet! Where's your stuff?
How long does it take to go home to get something? It's been almost two hours!" "Hmm, I was at home... and conveniently
used the toilet!" "Oh? Really? Is your toilet made of gold? So reluctant to leave!
You came back with your zipper still on, I bet... you went to meet someone for some sex again before coming back, right? I bet... since
Zoe isn't here, it must be Xiao Ai? Zhuang Jingyin? Or... that Miya... the elementary school classmate you recently hired
to work at the sales office? Jiang Peiwen? Good heavens! The whole sales office is practically your harem!"
"No, no, I'll be more careful about the time next time. And... what you just said... that's not the point , is it
, Director...?" Frank, who hadn't even realized he'd forgotten to zip up his jacket as soon as he walked in, was immediately met with
a fierce slap from Director Cao. Judging from our usual... no, our inseparable
"buddy" relationship, it was clear that something was troubling Director Cao today, which was why I caught a glimpse of him
in the tail end of his tantrum.
"Hmm, that's true. So... where's the stuff?" After Director Cao finished speaking, Frank
immediately handed him the documents he'd left at home, and also offered him a free cup of his favorite brand of iced
coffee. "Did you bring me the sugar packet and creamer?" "Yes, yes, everything's together! By the way! Director Cao
, why did I see A-Ping outside today? Did you invite him? He didn't look too good."
"Sugar packet... creamer... found it... Ha, what nonsense! His wife, Zhuang Jingyin, got pregnant because of you
, and now the baby is almost due. Almost everyone in the sales office knows. I'm telling you! Ah ○,
you're not stupid! How can you still think he'll give you a good look?" "Uh... umm! That's not
the point, is it, Director..." In less than a minute, even after offering him his favorite iced coffee, I was still
given another lecture by Director Cao. It seems that there's more than one thing troubling Director Cao today
.
"Yes, you're right. And this second quarter operating report for the business office... You did a good job compiling it.
Let me take another look, you can revise it, and then I'll send it up for stamping. Next week... I'll trouble you to take it to the Fengshan
branch in Kaohsiung for the report!" "Okay, I understand!" "And..." "Yes, what is it?" After waiting a few minutes, Director Cao, who seemed to have calmed down, 　　continued speaking
to me after roughly reviewing the report documents . 　　"Well, to answer your question, there's a sales team leader position opening at the Taitung branch in July. 　　Director Fang asked if I had any recommendations. He wants to find someone to plant a flag in Taitung to reserve the position..." "Oh? Then... 　　Ah Ping..." "Heh, he's pretty capable too. I don't know where he found out, but he came to me to recommend himself... 　　Could it be... that you told me about this?" "Hmm? No, I only just found out about this myself..." " 　　Oh? True, but besides his exceptional negotiation skills—selling his wife and engaging in that 'selling his wife for personal gain' scheme with you 　　—I can't find any other redeeming qualities in him..." "Uh... umm! About this matter between him..." 　　…That shouldn't be the point, right, Director…” “Ha! I'm in a bad mood today, I just want to…” “You, 　　is that not allowed?” “Fine, fine! But next time, if your mistress Yoyo gets involved with you again, 　　or your sister-in-law comes to the office causing trouble again, don't expect me to help!” “Uh…Is that so? 　　You really get angry easily, even jokes don't work. Well! Don't say I'm a bad brother, I'll pour you a glass of 　　whiskey later, how about that…okay?” Ah, the good thing about becoming a mutually beneficial ally with your superior.

Being a "place" means you can be informal... ah, no, it means you can "argue your case" and correct his mistakes, especially
... when you also have leverage over him.
So, after we finished a glass of whiskey together, feeling relaxed by the alcohol, Director Cao told
me the important thing he wanted to tell me that day—his sister, also one of the company's major shareholders, wanted to invite
us to her house for dinner that night.
Director Cao also showed me her sister's photos and posts on Facebook—overseas travel, eating and drinking, exercising
... and other leisurely itineraries, plus the occasional photos with bald, protruding-bellied middle-aged men
... ah! Middle-aged wealthy businessmen. Without a doubt, this Sister Cao is also a standard upper-class lady.
"Hey Ah ○, you really don't know my sister?" "Hmm, I don't know, I think... I don't think
so..." "Then why would she suddenly want to invite you to her house for dinner? That's strange..." Faced
with Director Cao's questions, Frank, who prides himself on having a photographic memory for women, surprisingly couldn't give a
definite answer.
"Then...how did she know me?" I countered. "Well, after we took
a picture together at the golf course last time, she saw it on Facebook and asked me for your name; then, a few
days later, she called and asked me to invite you over for dinner! Tsk...you really don't know her?" Because it
was a personal invitation from my superior, and coupled with my curiosity about why this unfamiliar Sister Cao was inviting me to her home for dinner
, Frank didn't refuse Director Cao's invitation. That evening, after saying goodbye to my family, I
got into Director Cao's car, heading straight for Sister Cao's luxurious house deep in the mountains of the next village. However, for some reason, Frank felt 　　a strange familiarity with
a photo Sister Cao had posted on Facebook . 　　Sister Cao, wearing fashionable sunglasses, a colorful scarf around her neck, and black trousers, was she 　　in the South of France? On the railing of an old stone bridge in Avignon, Provence, she wore 　　an incongruous loose white t-shirt with a design 　　of Taiwan made up of several green animal patterns. 　　The faded green pattern and the worn, tattered white fabric seemed 　　hardly befitting the attire of this type of upper-class lady. Ironically, many years ago, I also owned 　　two identical t-shirts; I gave one to someone, and later threw the other into 　　a recycling bin on a street corner. 　　So, during the 40-odd minute drive in Director Cao's car, Frank 　　searched Facebook again for any clues about the connection between Sister Cao and me, but to no avail... 　　---------------------------------------------------------------------- 　　Later, the car drove from the town into the deep mountains, traversing a winding mountain road, until it reached a 　　tall, magnificent, and luxurious iron gate. After passing through the gate and waiting for Director Cao to park the car, we both 　　got out and walked. Although the brightly lit mansion's main entrance seemed close at hand, it took us 　　at least ten minutes to walk across the large lawn and the landscaped garden with its artificial hills and fish ponds in the front yard. We were a little sweaty 　　before finally reaching the two intricately carved, heavy wooden doors on the first floor of the mansion. 　　Upon entering, the 4.2-meter-high first-floor space immediately catches the eye. The magnificent mansion structure, 　　the bright and clear floor-to-ceiling windows that replace walls on all four sides, the simple yet elegant 　　furniture, sculptures, and paintings, and even the purchase of smart home appliances rarely seen in rural areas all 　　demonstrate the authenticity of this mansion and arouse curiosity about the true 　　identity of its female owner. 　　"Director, you said your sister is married, so is her husband... here today? If he is, then we're here not 　　..." "Yes, he is!" "Oh? Then... will we see him in a bit?" "Of course, look 　　, he's right there on the wall in front of you!" "Huh? What did you say?" In 　　the small entryway, about the same size as Frank's bedroom, as we took off our shoes and changed into slippers, 　　Director Cao, who was talking about Sister Cao's husband, asked me to turn and look at the wall in the living room; Frank followed suit, and there, 　　hanging prominently on the living room wall that stretched from the small entryway, was a 　　huge oil painting depicting the upper body of a middle-aged man. 　　"What's that?" "Mr. Luo, my sister's husband. That's his portrait!" "Portrait?" " 　　Yes, he died a few years ago in a hospital in Belize, Central America..." Then, Director Cao spent a few 　　minutes telling the story of Cao's sister's husband, Mr. Luo. 　　Simply put, during Lee Teng-hui's (president's) era, Taiwan promoted the Eastward Expansion Policy, which attracted 　　a group of passionate but reckless... ah, passionate and fearless businessmen to go to Latin America to do business and engage in 　　diplomacy. Mr. Luo was one of them. During that process, Sister Cao also left her homeland with her three children to 　　go to Central America, trying her best to help Mr. Luo settle down there. However, she couldn't overcome 　　the challenges of adapting to the local environment and customs. Two or three years later, Sister Cao returned to Taiwan with her three children. 　　Mr. Luo, who made a name for himself in the foreign land of Central America, paid the price of losing his wife and children. In the end, 　　when Mr. Luo, who had converted to Christianity, passed away in a hospital in Belize, he was accompanied by 　　two young Mestizo girls he had kept in Latin America. In fact, both of them had given birth to his children 　　. 　　Afterwards, Sister Cao flew to Central America and dealt with most of Mr. Luo's estate. After several years of 　　profitable investments, Sister Cao not only made a fortune from real estate speculation but also became a major shareholder in several companies— 　　including ours. Even the two big bosses, Chairman Lin and Chairman Liao, whom Chairman Fang couldn't control and who had always maintained a neutral stance, 　　are said to have close ties with her. 　　"Oh! So what are the Maxisos?" "Hey! That's not the point, okay?" "Then what is the point?"

"Important... Don't mention Mr. Luo in front of her! In the last few years, the two of them lived apart, their relationship as cold as
ice. Not to mention Mr. Luo had a child with a local Latin American woman... Ah! Sister, you're here! Where
is everyone else? Where did they all go?" However, while listening to Director Cao's rambling account
of the Cao family's tragic history over the years, Frank also carefully browsed through the small entryway and living room
. My gaze was also
drawn to the "things" on the shoe cabinet and the stainless steel umbrella stand against the wall in the entryway.
A lone white high heel and an ordinary old apple-green umbrella appeared abruptly in
the mansion of a wealthy family that shouldn't exist, and at the same time, they also appeared abruptly in Frank's fleeting
memory.
I even held my old apple-green umbrella in my hand, opened it, and twirled it. For a few seconds
, watching the umbrella spin, I almost remembered when I once had the same umbrella
.
"Others? You mean the housekeeper and the maids? I gave them the day off. What? Cao ○○
, when did you become so concerned about them?" Looking in the direction of the voice,
I finally saw Sister Cao, who had just put the umbrella back. Judging from her response, she seemed to habitually
call her brother, Director Cao, by his name.
"You must be Xiao ○, right? I've been waiting for you for ages. You haven't had dinner yet, it's already past eight o'clock, you must be hungry
! Please come in... I mean, Cao ○○, why don't you hurry up and greet the guests?" "Oh! I know!"
Unlike her stern face towards her brother, Sister Cao's attitude towards me was a bit too polite and courteous, which
made Director Cao, her brother, feel awkward and give me a few more glances.
"Please have a seat. There are some freshly baked handmade breads on the table this afternoon, which I made myself! I know you men
don't eat vegetables, so we'll skip the salad and go straight to the appetizers! Please wait a moment
... I'll go and bring the appetizers over..." Following Sister Cao's lead, Director Cao and I entered
the dining room next to the living room on the first floor and took our seats. The same exquisitely carved white wooden long table, paired with the fragrance of flowers on the table and
the tableware and glasses that looked like high-end products, as well as the matching set of high-end wooden chairs with white soles, honestly,
just the furnishings and decorations in the dining room made it feel like we were sitting in a first-class Western restaurant.
"Hmph! Ha! Even I can tell, my sister is really interested in you!"
Director Cao said to me while munching on bread. "Hmm... so..." Seeing Director Cao enjoying her bread
, I also picked up a piece and started eating. "Don't forget... what I told you before I got out of the car:
after you've dealt with my sister tonight, you must persuade her to bring Chairman Lin and Chairman Liao to Chairman Fang's side. That way,
Chairman Fang will have a better chance of bringing down President Yao and his family!" "Heh! You're really going to
sell your sister for this purpose?" "Sell what?... Ha! The delicious food is here! Let me tell you, my sister's
cooking skills over the years are truly amazing! Just this appetizer... wow~ so fragrant! Ah ○, you have to try it!"
When Director Cao saw Sister Cao return to the dining room with the serving tray and food, her expression immediately changed, and she changed the subject
.
"What's this?" I asked. "Italian white sauce seafood risotto," she replied. "I heard you really like this
appetizer. You have to give me your feedback after you finish! Heh!" But then again, someone like Sister Cao, a
standard "ageless beauty" of upper-class elegance, should be someone I remember vividly if we had ever met.
Why is my memory so hazy?
And who did she hear this "I heard" from? Faced with a woman who seems familiar to me but whom I know nothing about, my desire to thoroughly understand her has long since made Frank 　　forget the "task"
Director Cao assigned him! 　　"Hmm... to be honest, the rice was soft and tender, just to my liking, the seasoning was just right, 　　and the ingredients were generous—clams, shrimp, sea bream slices, and squid were all there, and they were the main focus without overshadowing the risotto 　　; and... the scallops were the finishing touch, pre-fried to enhance the flavor, which was a plus. Plus, 　　the temperature was just right for eating. Overall... it's a dish that could easily be placed on a regular restaurant menu 　　..." After I finished my review, Director Cao was speechless; while Sister Cao, 　　feeling that her effort in preparing the dish had finally been appreciated by the diners, smiled broadly and kept 　　saying I had a sweet tongue. 　　But she didn't know that at that moment, while I was busy summarizing the information I found on Facebook and the information Director Cao had given me 　　, I was also scrutinizing her every trait as a woman. 　　Sister Cao, Chloe, is a widow who will celebrate her 53rd birthday in June. Standing at 170.5 cm tall and 　　weighing approximately 56 kg, she has a perfectly proportioned figure, making her a true clothes hanger. It's no wonder 　　she can wear this strapless, low-cut black evening gown with gold thread with the confidence and poise of a model. 　　Her long hair, styled in a bun with a gold phoenix hair accessory and a pearl necklace, also 　　exude an air of elegance and nobility. Frankly, she looks no older than her early 40s, 　　possessing a mature and alluring face, somewhat resembling Julie, a veteran actress. Yang Fan's 　　wife, Sister Cao, with a beauty mark under her left eye, possessed a melancholic 　　beauty that seemed to hold a hint of sorrow and tears in her eyes. If she were thirty years younger, her appearance could easily portray the pitiful Lin Daiyu! 　　"Finished eating... Heh, really clean! I'll clear the plates then!" "Okay, thank you!" 　　Not to mention, when she bent down to clear the plates for me and Director Cao in a "pouring milk" motion, 　　the curve of her breasts almost spilled out of her evening gown! According to Frank's irresponsible estimation, Sister Cao should have a pair of 　　full breasts of D cup size, hidden under that black and gold-threaded evening gown. 　　"Well, wait a moment, it's time for the soup! You two... please look forward to it!" After saying that, as 　　Sister Cao reached out her left hand to take back my plate so that she could place it on Director Cao's plate for us to clear together, the hidden...

The faint scar beneath her string of green jade prayer beads simultaneously drew my attention.
"Your hand..." "Oh, what you see... isn't it just a wrist-cutting mark? What's wrong
?" Suddenly, a jolt of electricity ran through my body. I remembered—I'd heard
the same words before, and the same person had said them.
Everything became clear the instant Sister Cao answered me.
It turned out that Sister Cao and I had indeed met. Perhaps her invitation to dinner tonight was truly waiting
for me to discover her and her past.
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"Your hand..." "Oh, isn't it just a wrist-cutting mark? What's wrong?" About seven or
eight years ago, on a rainy autumn afternoon! On a simple cement bridge, I had forcefully grabbed
the hand of a woman who wanted to jump off, trying to stop her from falling further.
At that time, I was sent by Director Ding of the sales office to attend a
short-term training camp for grassroots cadres organized by the head office. The location was in a remote, desolate area east of Kaohsiung. On that terrible day, having chosen not
to drive, I first missed the last bus down the mountain to buy things. Then, on my way back to the company-
assigned dormitory, I encountered a woman about to jump off that dilapidated bridge.
"Nothing much, I just don't want to see someone trying to kill themselves in front of me! Cutting your hand with a knife isn't painful enough!
Now you want to jump off the bridge? How much do you want to die, you old lady!" "What old lady? Let
go of me! Don't touch me! Ahh! Help!" As far as I can remember, that was roughly the kind
of conversation we had when we first met, which formed our first impression of each other!
Then, amidst her screams of "Help!", I pushed her off the bridge... Yes,
I pushed her. Of course, it was a small mistake I made unintentionally.
Because of this, I killed her… Ah! Because I pushed her, I spent almost an entire afternoon
watching the weather change from a light drizzle to a downpour, but I still managed to pull the woman who had successfully fallen off
the bridge from the stream below, and did my first CPR – thankfully
she woke up later, and luckily her ribs weren't broken by me.
However, she still lost some things: the mud in the stream ruined a fairly pretty dress
, and one of her white high heels was lost somewhere; so, I brought her back to the company dormitory
in Frank, and after she took a shower, I had to
give her a white t-shirt that I wore as pajamas at night, and the pattern on the t-shirt was a
Taiwan island made up of several green animal patterns; later, this white t-shirt also appeared in a photo she took during her trip to the South of France on Facebook
.
As for… under her t-shirt, the woman was also completely naked—a plain purple-colored bra and panties,
probably hanging in my room to dry after being washed clean of mud! And I, too, was dressed in only a thong
and boxer briefs, looking utterly pathetic.
It was a very awkward scene! Especially in the simple dormitory where only a man and a woman were left alone,
practically naked, so for a long time, we just looked at each other in silence
.
“Um… where are the others?” “They had a day off this afternoon, and classes resume tomorrow afternoon,
so everyone else went home, and we are here…” Then,
the woman I had just pushed off the bridge broke the awkward silence; and as far as I can remember, our conversation started with
the rainy weather and went all the way to the short-term training camp for grassroots cadres organized by the head office these past few days. Before we
knew it, we had turned on all the lights in the dormitory and welcomed the arrival of a rainy autumn night.
Then, quite naturally, we were both hungry; and Frank
, who was practically the temporary owner of this dorm room, had no choice but to bite the bullet, open the refrigerator, and try to cook a edible dinner for me and this woman.
The reason I called her "this woman" was that at that time, we hadn't even asked each other's names
.
"Here it is! The soup? Abalone stew in broth, Cao ○○'s favorite, right?" "Sister, don't do that
! Ah ○ is watching! I'm so embarrassed!" "Oh? Afraid of being embarrassed... then don't come to
my house for dinner next time! Cao ○○!" "No! Sister, that's not what I meant! Listen to me..." Later
, everyone tacitly forgot about the injury Cao Jie had just discovered on her wrist, and the soup was served
. Watching the two siblings bickering was actually a very heartwarming thing, but I don't know
if Cao Jie noticed that I remembered something. She still acted as if nothing had happened, drinking the soup while
chatting with us seriously.
However, this abalone stew, featuring South African abalone as the main ingredient and accompanied by Jinhua ham and old hen broth,
was in no way inferior to the Italian white sauce seafood risotto just now. It was also a
fine Chinese soup dish worthy of a price tag and serving at the table.
"So... why did you want to jump off the bridge and commit suicide? And... why did you choose to do it here? Was there
a reason?" That night, listening to the howling wind and rain outside the dormitory, and
under the dim light, while struggling to prepare dinner, Frank began to talk to this woman about
some topics that she found difficult to talk about.
And I've forgotten exactly what we talked about back then. In the end, the woman opened up and
tried to explain, with tears streaming down her face, many things that had happened in her family. This made it clear to some extent
why she had chosen to attempt suicide several times. Of course, according to Director Cao's account,
Sister Cao had also been quite secretive with me at that time. But for strangers meeting for the first time, what she said
was definitely beyond what ordinary friends could know.
Then, back to Sister Cao's dinner invitation for today—after such excellent appetizers and soups, as
the main course, Sister Cao served American bone-in short ribs with red wine sauce.
"Little ○, this short rib… I used American Angus chic bone-in short ribs, along with
some mashed potatoes, roasted eggplant, boiled cauliflower, fried zucchini, chilled baby corn salad, and sliced tomatoes…
Oh… I made the red wine sauce myself; it's a short rib dish I recently learned from a cookbook. Not many
people have tried it, I hope you'll like it…" "Thank you, I trust Sister Cao's cooking skills, it will definitely be delicious…
" But looking at this delicious short rib, who would have thought that just a few years ago, Sister Cao was
a woman who couldn't cook at all, even though she was already a mother of three.
"Ta-da! Delicious stir-fried instant noodles are served! And…" "Salpis," seaweed soup…"
"Stir-fried instant noodles, seaweed soup, it's not like you're making anything particularly difficult, look at how smug you are..." "Oh?
You dare say that? Then how good are you? Come on, cook me a plate of stir-fried instant noodles and see!" "Hmph!
What's with the hmph? We have a chef at home, why would I need to cook? As a landlady, all I need to do is eat!
What's so great about being able to cook! No matter how good you are, you're still just a paid chef... And... tsk tsk...
don't you think about it, if I fall off the bridge, whose fault is that?" "I, I...
never mind," I'll forgive and forget, I won't argue with you anymore, you... do you want to eat or not! After you finish eating, call me home and have
someone come pick you up!" "I..." "My phone was lost when you pushed me off the bridge and I drowned; also, my wallet is gone
... You have to take responsibility..." "Okay, then use my phone to call. Here, the phone number!" "I don't
remember my home phone number. Usually, the maid at home will call for me, and all my phone numbers are saved
in my phone. Ah... but... because of you... now they're all lost..." "I... I..."
This conversation took me a long time to piece together, but for some reason, even though it seemed
like an argument, when Frank remembered it, he felt a little bit of
the sweet taste of a man and woman in the ambiguous stage of their relationship.
Finally, after finishing the delicious short ribs, Sister Cao finished with a dessert of cheese drizzled with raspberry sauce
—the sweet and sour taste was refreshing and relieved the heavy
greasiness left in the mouth by the short ribs, successfully bringing a perfect end to today's dinner.
"Delicious, so delicious! By the way, Sister Cao, what made you start wanting to learn to cook? I heard from the director that
you only started learning to cook a few years ago?" "Yes, because of someone. He once said
something to me that made me rethink how happy cooking is, and not just something to satisfy my hunger
..." "Oh? What did he say?" I asked, but I also saw Sister Cao's probing
gaze on me.
"Delicious! Maybe it's because I was hungry? I didn't expect... your stir-fried instant noodles to be so good!
It's on par with the chef I hire!" "Heh, it's just something I made casually. As long as you're happy eating it!" I said,
and the woman's praise was reflected in the empty plate, and even the seaweed
soup on the side was drunk up clean by her.
"By the way, my husband... I've known him my whole life, and I've never seen him go into the kitchen. We're both men,
so... why do you want to cook?" "It's simple, because..." Seeing Sister Cao answer my
question, I suddenly remembered being asked a similar question and giving her
a heartfelt answer.
"That person told me... food can warm the stomach, and it can warm the heart, especially good food...
" "...Delicious food, don't you think so? Hmm? Ha... It really is you, long
time no see..." "Hmm, long time no see. So... you still remember me... And I didn't expect... you
old-fashioned little man... to be almost 17 years younger than me... Ha... you could almost be my
son..." After she finished speaking, seeing us laughing at each other, a bewildered Director Cao
kept casting suspicious glances at me, as if hoping I would explain. But...
how could I explain?
"Food can warm the stomach, and it can warm the heart." Unexpectedly,
this thought that Frank had uttered on a whim back then truly warmed both my and Sister Cao's stomachs, and also warmed
both our hearts, even seven or eight years later…
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However, this story didn't end after dinner that May day. Just like that
rainy autumn night seven or eight years ago, my story with "that woman" continued into the next morning, a day of unpredictable rain and sunshine.
The night passed, and we each huddled on two bamboo chairs opposite each other in the dormitory living room, covered with thin blankets. We
chatted about everything under the sun, but never asked each other's names, nor did we discuss how to
keep in touch.
Perhaps seven or eight years ago, we were still relatively innocent! We were afraid that asking these questions, and having
the answers, would cause our once carefree relationship to change into an unbearable burden
.
Perhaps it was that simple ambiguity that allowed us to remember each other's
blurred faces years later.
After Director Cao and I agreed on a time to pick me up the next day at noon, she discreetly drove away from Sister Cao's
mansion. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, leaving only Sister Cao and me in the vast mansion. It felt as if
time had turned back to the remote mountain dormitory where we met that autumn, where only "that woman" and I were present.
"It's raining!" I said. "Yeah, just like the rain on the day we met that year!"
Sister Cao echoed. On the long white wooden table after the dishes were cleared away, besides the vase with fresh flowers...
Now there was also a bottle of French red wine and two crystal-clear stemmed glasses.
"Let me ask you, Xiao ○, that night…you knew my husband had just passed away, and you could see
my feelings for you, but…why didn't you make a move on me? Was it because…my charm wasn't enough
?" Sister Cao spoke frankly. After pouring each other a glass of red wine, she took a sip first,
and then quietly removed the golden phoenix hair ornament from her head, letting her long, wavy hair cascade down her shoulders like a
silent black waterfall. "Ah, if I said…I actually really wanted to…" "Ha! These days, being a good person
isn't something you can just choose to be..." "Hmm, what do you mean?" "It's nothing. Back then, you were still
wearing your wedding ring. Whether Mr. Luo was alive or dead, or even abroad, your heart was still with him.
And I... didn't want to take advantage of him..." Seven or eight years ago, my thoughts were so simple.
After saying the reason that even I find laughable now, I picked up another glass of red wine and
slowly took a sip of the deep, fragrant red wine.
"So...that's how it is!" Setting down her glass, Sister Cao glanced down at
the platinum diamond wedding ring still hanging on her ring finger. Then, she suddenly looked up at me. "And now? Stranger,
you still haven't told me your name! Why...didn't you tell
me back then?" "It's simple, I just wanted to show off. Every guy likes to show off in front of the girl he likes
, and I...only showed off in front of you that one time!" "Hmm..." Seven or eight years had passed, but
Frank still remembered the initial feelings and the scene he shared with Sister Cao back then.
"You...really won't tell me...your name...maybe we'll meet again..."
In the intermittent rain, standing by the bus stop at a bend in the mountain road halfway up the mountain, under my apple-
green umbrella, I heard "that woman" beside me timidly asking Frank's name
.
Back then, Sister Cao had no makeup on and certainly wasn't the stunning beauty she would later become; but naturally beautiful, even
without makeup, she looked no more than four or five years older than Frank,
a mature woman at the age where every gesture exuded the alluring charm of a woman in the throes of spring.
"Next time! If fate allows, when we meet again, you return this umbrella to me, and I'll tell you my name
! And you… please tell me your name then too…" Although she later regretted it,
Frank could only do so at the time—she still cared about her husband,
Mr. Luo, who had passed away less than a year prior; and my mind was still entangled with Xiao Ying, a married woman I knew well, and I simply didn't have the
energy to develop another relationship.
Thus, we missed each other, leaving only a promise made under the apple-green umbrella—until
after dinner that day in May, we met again and had the opportunity to fulfill that promise.
"Long time no see! Here's your umbrella, back to you!" As if remembering something, Sister Cao took a few steps back to
her seat at the dining table, holding an old apple-green umbrella in her hand, which she handed to me.
"Long time no see, thank you for keeping this umbrella for me. My name is ○○○, what's yours?" "My name is...
Cao Shiqi, umm..." In the same house, now only a man and a woman were left alone, but we lacked
the burdens and restraint of our past. After straddling Frank's body, Sister Cao's kisses
were deeply imprinted on every part of Frank's body.
Frank reached out and unzipped the back of his black and gold-threaded evening gown, then pulled down
the bodice, revealing an alluring sight: Sister Cao's full
, rounded D-cup breasts, encased in a purple silk satin lace bra.
"Hello, ○○○, nice to meet you for the second time!" "Oh, the most beautiful old
lady in the Cao family, nice to meet you too..." "Don't call me old lady! Mmm..." After the first kiss
, we had an even more intense French kiss; and the burning desire that had accumulated for so long
made our body temperature rise, and Frank and Sister Cao, with dry mouths, took off their
clothes and accessories - including Sister Cao's 2-carat white gold diamond wedding ring on her ring
finger, which Frank took and threw into the small black trash can next to the dining room.
"Oh...I didn't expect...○○○...your" lazy penis "how can it be so big, so thick and strong...
my cock hole...oh...it feels so good to be fucked...", during their first sexual intercourse, Sister Cao jumped around,
speaking in a mix of Mandarin and Taiwanese, moaning and babbling incoherently, while being pinned down by Frank and pressed against
a floor-to-ceiling window in the dining room; her originally full and round breasts were suddenly pressed against the glass,
squeezed into two round mounds of flesh that spread out and flattened; and her dark red nipples and plump mons pubis covered with sparse pubic hair
were particularly alluring under the lighting of the dining room, and unexpectedly became the perfect toy for the mistress of this mansion to
entertain Frank, the guest who stayed overnight, and to get through this stormy night.
"Oh! Yes~ That's it... I haven't felt this good in so long! Calling you... was definitely the right decision...
Oh... Little ○... Yes~ Oh oh... ○○○... Ah~ I'm... I'm going to climax again... Oh
... Little ○... Harder... Don't stop... Oh! Fuck! Uh... I'm climaxing again...
Wait a minute... Don't move... My cock is trembling... Oh oh..." And so, responding to Sister Cao's
lewd moans and groans, Frank, using the same rear-entry
position he'd just used on Teacher Jie that morning, gripped Sister Cao's flat, thick abdomen with one hand and one of her shoulders with the other, vigorously thrusting his hips
dozens of times, finally bringing Sister Cao to a long-awaited orgasm.
However, for a woman who hadn't had sexual experience in a long time, the pleasure brought by this orgasm was like
a mental drug, a sweet poison that would make a woman addicted after just one try
.
Therefore, the night was long, and it wasn't until dawn, when I was still half-asleep, that Sister Cao and I went around her house...
They had sex five times in total—by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the dining room, on the white wooden rectangular dining table in the dining room,
on the doormat in the small entryway, in the jacuzzi in the second-floor bathroom, on the king-size bed in the second-floor bedroom, and the next
morning on the balcony railing of the second-floor bedroom, openly exposed to sunlight and air. The pleasure of sex, the constant
nourishment of the man's semen shooting deep into her uterus, seemed to rekindle the sexual interest of a young woman in her twenties in Sister Cao, who was almost 53 years old,
and at the same time, she also regained the vigorous physical strength of that time.
"Who are you talking to on the phone? Should I leave?"
Frank, who had just finished an exhibitionist sex game on the bedroom balcony and was trying to catch up on sleep, heard Sister Cao talking loudly on her phone. "No need,
she's someone you know too—come on, little Hong ○xuan, want to say good morning to your ○○○?" "
Hmm, who did you say? Hong ○xuan? 齊巴萱? How could…it really be her?" It turns out, the world can be very
big, or it can be very small—for example, Sister Cao is 齊巴萱's mahjong partner of over ten years, and a few months ago,
while casually exchanging sex gossip, a photo of 齊巴萱 giving me oral sex on her phone, along with her embellished
description, reminded Sister Cao of my face, giving her the motivation to rekindle their past relationship.
And 齊巴萱, is she Frank's current nominal girlfriend? The young nurse Enen's aunt,
her mother's youngest sister, is a big fan of group rape and BDSM games. She's also a wife, mother, and business owner
, and a longtime card-playing partner of Sister Cao for over a decade.
So, the Italian white sauce seafood risotto, short ribs, and cheese dishes at that dinner—each
perfectly matching Frank's dietary preferences—were all information leaked to Sister Cao by Chiba Xuan.
"And... Xuanxuan said you guys play SM? What's that? Can I join you...
and try it out?" After talking to Chiba Xuan, Sister Cao suddenly said this to me, still carrying her husband?
A brown leather belt left by Mr. Luo before his death, indicating that she wanted me to help her put it around her neck and tighten it, taking over
her feelings about being put on a dog collar.
Although it differed from the life script she had imagined—a chance encounter seven or eight years later—wasn't this changed fate
also a kind of fate? So, despite her aching back and waist, Frank
got up from the double bed and tried to tie her husband, Mr. Luo's belt, around Cao's neck, temporarily serving as
her personal collar.
While a man's belt is suitable as a temporary punishment tool for whipping a woman's buttocks, back, and legs
, it's not a suitable substitute for a collar—it's too short and lacks flexibility. The more robust and
durable the leather, the more likely it is to compress the trachea and blood vessels in the necks of the submissives, affecting
their breathing and blood circulation.
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However, as mentioned at the beginning, this story started in May but spanned almost two months before finally coming to an
end.
Even though she was his own sister, Director Cao hadn't given up on his initial plan to franchise and target Sister Cao
. Nearly two months had passed, and not long ago, sometime in mid-July, I finally felt confident enough to invite the impatient
Director Cao to Sister Cao's house for dinner again, to "check out" the results he wanted.
I, on the other hand, took an afternoon off to go to Sister Cao's house to prepare for that day's "dinner"—a
"surprise meal" specially prepared for Director Cao.
With a knock, around 8 PM, a few minutes later than I expected,
someone finally pushed open the two heavy, intricately carved
wooden doors of Sister Cao's mansion, where the housekeeper and servants were all on holiday.
"Sister, it's been over a month since I last visited your house. Did you miss me? I brought roast duck as a side dish today. Don't
tell me I came empty-handed..." But as soon as
Director Cao opened the door, busy taking off his shoes and changing into slippers, he was clearly very surprised when he looked up at
the "dinner" that Sister Cao and I had prepared for him. Even the bagged roast duck he was holding fell to the floor.
"Cao Shiqi, we have a guest. Didn't I teach you... to greet the guest?" I said, while simultaneously
straddling the top edge of the white sofa with the other leg naturally dangling on the handwoven carpet in the living room. I
maintained this open-leg position so that Sister Cao, kneeling under the white sofa, could continue to suck and lick
Frank's semi-erect penis, which had just ejaculated.
"Sister, what's going on?" "Hmm..." After hearing Frank's instructions,
Sister Cao, with her eyes glazed over, simply turned her head and nodded slightly to Director Cao before continuing to concentrate on sucking and licking Frank
's "crotch." Director Cao, who had been stunned for a while, looked speechless
.
Completely naked, wearing the pair of white high heels she had lost and found again, Sister Cao
was 170.5 cm tall and weighed 57 kg, slightly more. Her hair was disheveled, and she wore no makeup.
The expensive pearl necklace around her neck was gone, replaced by a new, light blue,
rhinestone-encrusted dog collar from Frank, paired with a matching leash—a humiliating symbol. Anyone with eyes
could see that Sister Cao was now nothing more than a fully developed, well-proportioned,
high-class humanoid female dog.
"Cao Shiqi, rude! Is this how I taught you to treat guests? *Slap! Slap! Slap!*" "Hmm
! Hmm! Hmm!" Holding the leash in one hand and waving a piece of Frank's punishment tool in the other,
was her husband? Mr. Luo's brown leather belt; and Sister Cao did not resist, but quietly endured
the ten blows Frank struck on her back and buttocks with the belt.
"Next, go and let the customer check your vagina, remember... be polite!" "Yes,
understood!" Perhaps still wary from the ten blows Frank had just given her, as soon as
Frank released the leash from her hand, Sister Cao, dragging the leash attached to the collar, turned her head...
The movement of her body, crawling on the living room carpet, no longer seemed so hesitant and uncertain.
"Sister, what are you doing?" "Please...please...guest...inspect...Cao Shiqi
's...penis hole..." "Anything else? The lines I just taught you, it seems there's more than just this..." "
Yes...I understand...um...please have the guest inspect...Cao Shiqi's...
penis hole...which was just 'lazy' fucked twice...open...please check...there are still...two...
sperm from the master's husband's 'ejaculate'...flowing out..." As she spoke, Sister Cao, following the actions she had been taught before,
assumed a prone position with her head on the carpet and her face looking down at her crotch. She laboriously slipped her hands
between her legs, and then, with her right hand, she spread her labia, shamelessly revealing her pink
vulva and urethra.
Meanwhile, Cao Jie's left hand automatically inserted the fingertips, painted with bright red nail polish, into
her vaginal opening, probing and teasing the half-open passageway. Soon,
after several strokes, bright white semen, a type of freak fluid, gushed from Cao Jie's vagina, flowing over
the green jade prayer beads on her left hand and the
faint knife mark she had made for her husband, Mr. Luo.
I imagine that in the portrait hanging on the living room wall, Mr. Luo, in heaven, could fully appreciate
the perfect lewdness of his wife before him! Especially after shaving Cao Jie's pubic hair,
the alluring scenery of her full, plump mons pubis was even more easily revealed to any man's eyes.
"I asked you for leave this afternoon to come over. I had time and did it to her twice, without a condom, and ejaculated inside her directly. So
... the semen inside her uterus is all mine... and... it's the freshest..." "Wow..."
Director Cao was stunned, completely dumbfounded, only able to utter meaningless monosyllables. Even though he had
seen me abuse and train Zhuang Jingyin at the sales office, Sister Cao was, after all, his biological sister and one of his closest family members
. He probably still couldn't accept all of this all at once!
"Director, is there any need to be so surprised? Haven't you seen me do this to Zhuang Jingyin? And even got her pregnant with
my child? Now, it's just that the person I'm playing with has changed to Sister Cao..." As he spoke, Frank also
left the white sofa where he had been lying, walked around a glass coffee table in front of the sofa, and then strolled towards
Sister Cao and Director Cao.
"I don't know exactly what you want me to do? But right now, Sister Cao, let alone getting Chairman Lin
and Chairman Liao to join our side and become Chairman Fang's allies, it
doesn't seem impossible for her to do anything more 'interesting,' right? Cao Shiqi..." "Yes, Master, my
husband..." Hearing my call, Sister Cao, her eyes still hazy, raised her head
and slowly crawled to Frank's right foot to rest.
"Master" represents that this man possesses her body.
"Husband" represents that this man controls her emotions. Therefore, the title "Master, my husband" has become the only and highest 　　form of praise that
submissives use to address Frank . 　　"Master, husband... I want... I want more... mmm..." Pressed against Frank's right 　　thigh, Sister Cao rubbed her breasts, large and soft, upwards, slowly 　　arching her back. At the same time, one hand gently supported her scrotum containing his testicles, while the other hand manipulated his erect penis. 　　Her tongue greedily enveloped the tip of Frank's penis... 　　This is what a woman immersed in the world of SM discipline looks like—no shame, no 　　self-respect, only the purest carnal satisfaction and thrill, and the sense of 　　belonging of being completely dominated by someone. 　　Most importantly, Director Cao and I didn't break up because of this incident. Instead, because we shared more 　　ugly secrets, we became even more interdependent, becoming 　　pawns in the struggle for control of the company between Chairman Fang and General Manager Yao's family—people, you know! Either you become a chess player, or you become a pawn in someone else's game, isn't 　　that right? 　　"Hmm, good girl! Cao Shiqi... ah... slower..." "Hmm... Master, husband..." 　　I first patted Sister Cao's head as a reward, then, as I reached out to tidy her disheveled, wavy hair, 　　I smelled that familiar peach scent again. 　　"Next time! If fate allows, when we meet again, you return this umbrella to me, and I'll tell you my name 　　! And you... please tell me your name then too..." That day, at 　　the bus stop by the bend in the mountain road, I also patted Sister Cao's head like that, and reached out to smooth 　　the short strands of hair near her ears, smelling that same peach scent from her hairline. 　　Then, I lent Sister Cao the umbrella, saw her onto the bus home, and walked in the light rain, a 　　journey that took almost an hour! Finally, on a muddy patch of water in the stream under the bridge, I found the 　　white high heel that Sister Cao had lost. 　　Just as Teacher Jie'er predicted in May, I found the 　　white high heel that had been forgotten somewhere in my house, and I found its owner again, reconnecting with the forgotten 　　red thread that bound us together. 　　But, back then, when we shared a green umbrella and said goodbye, did we ever imagine that 　　we would have this kind of relationship years later? If we knew, would we still want to search for each other, for 　　the names we'd never heard from each other? 　　"Cao Shiqi… I'm ○○○, how are you?" "Hmm? Husband… what did you say 　　?" This was the greeting I had hoped to say to Sister Cao when we met again years ago, but 　　now, with the passage of time, I could only whisper it in her ear and give her 　　a long, deep kiss on the beauty mark under 　　her left eye. I don't know if I led you into hell or heaven? But I left my mark on this beauty mark.

I long for the day we meet again in this lifetime, and that we will never be saddened by each other, nor will we ever
shed tears for each other…
“Beauty never fades, but the heart remains forever; a woman past her prime sighs at the passing of time, yet love is still forged under the umbrella.”

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