This is an eighteen-year-old gorgeous girl, Aaron, horribly disfigured in her youth." He winked at Carrie. "She'll suffer with that disfigurement for ...he rest of her life, say sixty or more years, and you offered only $5,000 for this suffering. Get real, Aaron. Unless you give her a reasonable offer, my firm is committed to taking this to a jury. You saw the photographs, Aaron. You don't have a prayer, and on top of everything, she can't do her job anymore... Hold a minute, Aaron. I'll ask. Wanda was in control here. I look up into his eyes and he was pleading with me to do something. He wasn't quite sure what. But I knew. My lips opened and I took his cock into my hot, wet mouth and I gently sucked on his manhood. He was young, but at twenty, he was a full grown man, and he needed everything I could do for him. I made love to his prick, and he moaned with pleasure. "Wanda, Wanda, god, oh god, thank you. Thank you ma'am. So good. So fucking good. Jesus. Ahhh!" I continued doing. James laughed again, you guess so? What is that supposed to mean? David looked down at the couch, trying to come up with an answer. He slowly raised his head, looking at James again, I mean, sometimes I feel that Steven knows what I like more than a girl does. He really didnt what else to say, but figured that would be the best way to explain it. James nodded in agreement, I see, so what about my wife? David looked at Stacy, wondering why she had told James, but also wishing she would help him. Right before you decided to play chicken with the eighteen-wheeler."Al let an audible sigh escape. He was too far down the road now to make it home at any reasonable hour, and he really shouldn't make the girl wait for another yellow-jacket - getting a cab out here at this hour could take a while. Signalling for the next exit, he circled around and merged back onto the freeway returning the way he had come. The whole time, his fare never said a word. And sure enough, there was a rest stop just.