I've checked the company records. She's been gradually dumping her shares ever since the merger talks broke down. Clever thing to do really; I guess s...e didn't want to affect the share price too much. Anyway, she got rid of the last of them in one fell swoop on Thursday morning, after he'd left for the conference. She must have moved out over the weekend.'Matt thought about what to say. Part of his heart was leaping for joy. Another part was terrified that he was about to be found out.'Well,. Don?t even think about yelling out.? I wondered how he knew my name but wasrelieved when he removed his hand.? Myheart was beating so hard I thought it would bounce out of my chest. He smiledand I felt a chill go through me but there was another feeling as well, onethat was making my pussy? wet.? He moved?so that he was straddling my body, the sheet pulling down as his kneessettled beside my arms.? My naked breastswere now on display and I felt my face starting to burn in shame. He reached over. Instead of protesting - I raised my butt, like a good tentacle slut, and tried to push back until it was inside me... but the tentacle pulled away. It took several moments before I felt it slide between my labia, pushing the tip in, only to withdraw seconds later. It was 'testing the waters', and it did so again. And I just stayed. I didn't want to rush it, despite how much I wanted it, needed it inside me. Because that's what good sluts do.And I was rewarded. The third time, as it sensed my. "This," she said, "is your file?" Well... I'll admit it's a little disorganized," he said, "but everything is there. Well... most of it's there."The two accountants stared at the heap of papers and debris that represented the worst sort of blasphemy to their profession."Maybe I'll take that beer after all," John said."Yeah," Jill agreed. "Me too."December 12, 198610:00 AM, Pacific Standard TimeThe NBC-owned Lear Jet roared down runway 16R of the Van Nuys Airport, lifted off the asphalt surface,.