Free Use 18 Taking The Billionaires Wife

He was the local bigshot billionaire. Born on third, limped to home and thought he'd hit a home-run. She was a local celebrity before being enveloped by his machismo. The billionaire's wife, Melissa, was a hot-to-trot trophy wife. Long, wavy, sandy-blonde hair, sparkling sapphire eyes, nicely-kept rack and long, svelte legs - the last two she liked to show off at every opportunity. I'd had my eye on her for awhile now. Only problem was: Ted. The billionaire. He didn't like anyone so much as looking at his woman. Liked to keep her at home all kept and pampered. Like a rich poodle. She was his lap dog. But I had a secret. A secret only a few knew. I'd won a free-use contest last night. I had 24 hours to claim my prize. Melissa, the 26-year-old billionaire's plaything and wife, was my prize. And what a prize she was.