Mr. Kennedy's private residence was located at Runda; a modern detached house in a posh estate. Only he and two other people knew of the residence, among the two his personal driver. Although he had other private residences for his private affairs scattered all over the city, none was as elegantly well-designed as the one he was in at the moment. The reason satisfied him well enough, knowing that he had to invest at the highest level of his means for the reason’s pleasure.

Working as the CEO of the country's top telecommunication company, he was among the top A-listers man in business and showbiz entertainment. His three children studied at the country's elite schools and the wife enjoyed everything she desired that money could buy. The family, twice or thrice a year, never missed exotic and exclusive holiday tours around the globe, mainly to the Mediterranean beaches, Arabia and exotic islands.

"Joining Nairobi College means you are a smart girl." He joined Jacqueline in the house sitting room while holding two flutes half-filled with red champagne wine, "Congratulations." He gave the mistress one of the flutes.

"Thank you." Jacqueline's smile came out sweet and vivacious as they cheered.

"You can come to me for anything you may need." Mr. Kennedy moved to her much closer, "I was even thinking of buying you a car. Maybe one of those small beautiful chick models. I wouldn't wish you walking a lot." He directed his hand inside Jacqueline's pink embroidered lace skater dress and got to her breasts. She responded positively with a low sound of moan.

"I don't want you to be exhausting this beautiful body." Mr. Kennedy said in a roused manner.

"A car won't be a good idea." Jacqueline said quietly, "It will cause suspicion, especially from my boyfriend. He knows my family background."

"I can make it be like... a sort of prize competition you won. I know how to get rid of suspicions."

Jacqueline was still not into the idea, but smiled, "Let us make it financial aid only." She put her arms crossed on the man's neck, "I will be more comfortable and okay with just that."

Mr. Kennedy nodded, his prurient desire emerging as he put his hand around the mistress' lower part of the waist and pulling her tightly against him, "Okay. Whatever you wish. But I would want you now in the shower. I want us today to do it there."

Jacqueline took quick short breaths, "Okay." The contact between them seemed to be draining her energy. This was what usually happened every time they pressed against each other, and when they got to the session, she was always left with a lassitude and languor exhaustion, but with as well a great reward that continuously filled her secret bank accounts.