I quickly deduced it must have been Ivy's. I answered it and I instantly recognised Ivy's voice, "hello? You've got my phone, where are you?" She soun...ed panicked. I reassuringly quickly explained that she must have dropped it getting changed. "Please stay there, I'm coming back" she frantically spoke. I stepped outside and waited a while, and sure enough I saw her come running back. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much..." she gasped. Smiling I handed her phone, "You're lucky, you had a. " She pulled at her blond pubic hair and he stared at the pink lips hanging down below that hair.She looked at his hand, wrapped around his boner. There was a drip of precum oozing out of the tip."Do you want me to help with that?" she asked brightly. "I'd be glad to help." Tiffany!" he choked."Yes?" she said innocently. "How about that razor?" She pulled upwards on her hair, and her pussy lips spread apart, almost winking at him."AUUUGGGHHHH!" he roared, startling her.Then he was there, right. Mr. Cartwright sat back in his chair. “Henry is the authority on such weapons as you have described,” he murmured. “Perhaps it would be better if you talked to him.”David followed Henry through to his office and sat down in front of his desk. Henry began the conversation. “What calibre were you thinking of Mr. Ramage?” he asked. David took a chance and explained exactly what the rifles were to be used for.Henry listened as he sat back in his chair. When David finished he smiled, “What you. " She rose from her desk and opened the door for him to leave. "Oh, and say hi to Mike."Ian stopped dead; his heart pounded in anticipation of Mike's presence.```````````````Ian got dressed up smart: sharp blue suit, white shirt, dark tie, and clean black shoes. When he arrived, he showed his ticket and was escorted to the lift to be taken up to the private boxes. Ian had only ever sat in the terraces at the match, so this was a brand new experience. He was then shown to the company box.As he.