I’m addicted to seducing powerful rich men. I meet them at a five star hotel looking like gold. Pulling up in a benz or lincoln (I like it.) in an elegant calf long dress, slinking it up with my slim figure, long hair, chanel purse, perfectly done makeup. I nonchalantly glide along the lobby to meet him, charming him with my light smile and seductive eyes… drawing him into my wet… p****. We go upstairs. He pours me a drink. I lazily rest against the sofa playing daintily with my hair while gazing absently out the window to the skyline of the city. He comes over, pained restriction in his eyes, waiting for my green light…