"Try five thousand a month," he shook his head. "That's considered a pretty reasonable rate for a place like that." Good grief, how can you afford tha...?" You have to remember, I'm making $90,000 a year, and Julie was making considerably more. Like I said, it's not a bad price for a good address, not much commuting time, and being close to everything. And at that, I can't really afford it now without Julie's income." Dave, I don't know if you know Wes Russell; he runs the General plant. The word. Given his expanded route, he would be overheating by the time he got home. Annoyed at the turn of events, Alessandro stripped off his shirt, tied it around his hips, and headed downstream. Would anything go right this week? ————————– Maisie didn’t know how much more time in the field she could handle this morning. It felt like she had been out here for hours, and her headache was getting worse, the aspirin she had downed earlier wasn’t helping. She looked at her last basket, exhaling in relief. As the other patrons headed for the theater, she quickly dropped her hands to my lap, rubbing my hard on through my jeans. She wasn’t satisfied with just feeling the denim material and in one fluid motion, unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing erection from its strict confines. With a quick glance around, her head suddenly dropped into my lap and the first four inches of my cock disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. She wiggled around in her seat to get clear of the steering wheel, put her. " Is that going to make it less dangerous, or more?" I asked."Potentially more. The last time we were headed there we were told that the King was not the kind of ruler you wanted to get on the bad side of. He has a reputation for taking out his frustrations personally." Since we're not wanting to be noticed at all, that shouldn't matter, should it?" No, if we're noticed, it wont matter if its the King or someone else." Sid agreed."Then lets not worry about it. What's your plan?" According to.