He held his hand forward, revealing the thing he had taken out of the drawer and kept half-concealed from her. At first glance, she thought it was a new dildoe; it was made of plastic, was white, long, and thick, like a penis. Nichole looked puzzled. "What is it?"

Web pushed a button on the bottom of it and the thing leaped to life in his hand, vibrating noiselessly. He pushed another button and it began sliding back and forth, like a white, rigidly erect penis in a sheath.

Nichole groaned and let her head roll back, her eyes half-closed. A lewd smile was on her lips.

Web smiled back and stepped closer, between her wide-spread legs. "Battery operated," he said as he held the vibrating sliding end on the inside of one sleek thigh, near her wetly gaping vagina. Nichole moaned again as she felt the pleasurable sensation. The vibrator was warm and rigid – just like a cock! "I took the liberty of having it filled with warm oil," Web explained.

"I love it," Nichole admitted thickly. And she did! She wasn't talking just to please Web although it did, indeed, please him. The handsome millionaire had been such an evil influence on Nichole's life that she now looked at depravity as a way of life. Web was right and his pleasure was her task. If she submitted herself to his will, submerged her ego and allowed her lewdness and natural depravity to take over, her task would be full of an intense and searing pleasure seldom, if ever, experienced by other women.

She knew the vibrator was for her to use as Web handed it to her and stood back, leaning against the desk. His arms were folded, his eyes glittering, his hips twitching, as he watched Nichole turn the vibrator on and let it slide all over her stomach and down into her pubic hair.