Whether the subbubi had positioned him thus or theboy had overcome whatever normally rendered him immobile, the man could nottell.It was near daybreak... the creatures had been working on the boy allnight. The last was already well along with its feeding -- its glisteningtrunk cinched and sheathed around the now blushed penis, glimpses ofdrawing and pumping gelatinous fiber playing across the shaft, ofdiaphanous coils over the head. The boy's testicles now d****d limpid uponthe lower thigh,. He said yes he agreed they looked very niceon my legs and then blushed saying I had very hotlegs and nice feet i told him thanks. He asked if hecould take me out or offer me a foot rub. I told him idid have a steady Boy friend but I loved foot rubs. Hesaid he would love to give me one. I paused and said wellnothing else only a foot rub and he said yes he promised to just rubmy toes.I told him I would wait at the main mall door for 5 minutes and hecould rub my toes in my car, if he did not. A couple of days later, I returned with the box full of letters and other junk, but I made sure I scanned her picture first before putting back in the box."Oh lovely," she said, rummaging in the box. It wasn't long before she found the picture, she quickly looked at it and put it away before we could see."What's that mum?" the daughter asked."Nothing dear," she lied, glancing at me to see if I had seen as well."Don't worry Mrs Warren," I said, "I've already seen it." Oh," she said, her face. So, if the bank had only a million shares (only a million shares! Imagine that.) that worked out to be a loss of 10 million dollars. And they didn’t have a million shares. They had several million: 2 million, 5 million, more? Now multiply by the 200 stocks that the banks held.The bottom line was that the banks would stand to lose about a billion dollars in a day.IF the price of the stock fell. If it rose instead, Jeff would be out the billion. That’s where part 3 came in.Compared to the.