A steady stream of visitors dropped by the office to see us. Cindy was cooed over and hugged and my hand was shaken a dozen times and both of us recou...ted the story together four or five times.At nine, a neatly marked SUV pulled up, the sign on the side identifying my insurer. He walked into the office. "I'm here to see Helen Peebles or Dan Richards," he said.I stood. "I'm Dan Richards. The lady behind the counter is Mizz Helen Peebles, and this is my wife Cindy." Okay," he said, shaking my. Only a minute later the doorknob turned and in came the beautiful French chick Claire. My cock stood to attention at the hot actress that entered. She wore a huge flowing dress with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.She headed into the side room to probably practice singing where she wouldn't annoy people. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the closet and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently. ” I don’t have many friends, hell Jonathan was just about it, so I couldn’t say no to him especially after he used the trust card. In my business you don’t trust anybody because as soon as you do they’ll take a knife to your back and laugh as you bleed to death. The fact that Jonathan had said that he could trust me should have been a warning as clear as the church bells on a quiet Sunday morning. But I’m female enough for that simple statement to have penetrated my shields, and for me to agree. “Oh yeah Toby, erm, nah not really interested.” I replied, a little annoyed that she broke my concentration.My eyes frantically searched the room for the mystery guy that made me pulse. I even began to think that i had just imagined him, that my inner sex-goddess was wanting to escape, but i was inturrupted by a fanastic smell.It was cologne, but with a manly musk to it. Sure enough, the smell was coming from him, radiating off of him as he walked past me towards the doors.My eyes.