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Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte had no illusions about seeing Hiram Vogel, Jr, again. What would a boy his age want with a woman old enough to be his grandmother.

Two days after her evening with Junior’s young cock, her phone rang. “Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte, my name is Samantha Vogel, we met at the charity gala Saturday night.”

“Oh, yes. It was a lovely event and raised so much money.” Her heart was racing, was this woman going to tell her that Hiram, Junior was sixteen?

“It was, but there’s something we need to discuss and I don’t think over the phone is appropriate.”

“Perhaps coffee at the L’Etoile Bistro tomorrow?” Elvira’s heart was pounding.

“How about lunch today? The L’Etoile is perfect.”

“Yes, that would be perfect.” She was glad to get this over with as soon as possible.

Both women were way over dressed for the casual bistro. Although Elvira had prepared herself for the confrontation, she really had no defense for seducing a boy.

After a brief greeting, Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte didn’t hesitate, “Madame Vogel, Junior insisted that he was twenty-two.”

“Oh, he is. His birthday was a month ago.”

Elvira breathed a sigh of relief.

“Is that what you thought this was about?”

“Yes, what else could it be?”

Samantha Vogel started: “as you can guess, I am much closer to Junior’s age than my husband’s. I married Senior because I didn’t like being poor. Until I was fourteen, I spent more than one night sleeping on the streets. Senior found me, dressed me up and here I am.”

“Good for you,” Elvira smiled. Joyous about her reprieve.

“Hiram, for his part, and I don’t mean to brag, likes having an ornament on his arm.”

She wasn’t wrong. As Elvira noted at the charity event, Samantha Vogel turned heads wherever she went. “You said there was something important we needed to discuss.”

“Ummm, it is a little embarrassing, but Madame Beauregard-Wilmotte, I was eighteen when Senior and I got married. I was a virgin, and of course, at fifty-six-years-old, he was not. Our wedding night was awful; not just painful. I hated everything about it; hated everything about sex. Senior hasn’t touched me since that night.”

“Oh?”

“Like the other night, I always dress sexy for him. Senior likes the idea that men his age are so jealous of the gorgeous woman, less than half his age, he’s fucking. The truth is, when we’re alone I want nothing to do with that thing of his. The very idea makes me nauseous.”

Elvira knew what Samantha meant by ‘that thing of his.’ “Madame, why are you telling me this?” She felt sorry for this young woman and by extension her husband.

“From the time, Junior and I first met, we’ve had a very special relationship.”

“Oh?”

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