”“So we’re not losing what we have invested? I’ve heard a lot of scary tales on the radio.”“Murphy you pay me to make you money, I’m goo... at what I do. You need to read your earnings reports when I send them. You’ve made over two and a half million on your investments in the past three months.”“Damn, you’re doing great, keep up the good work. I need you to send the reports to me here in Florida. I’m not at the Marion office anymore.”“No wonder you didn’t know, give me the address and I’ll send. . We both knewthat we had the same role in our relationships. This was not in a badway. My mom treated me more like her daughter than her son. It was alittle thing, like her saying Dana will treat me well, instead ofmake sure you treat him well. I did like it.My mom jokingly asked if I would be with the ladies helping her inthe kitchen some. I eagerly said yes. Here is why my mom is great,she insisted it was only a joke and I need not be away from the othermen watching football. I told her I. I straddled him, facing him for fullest impact when the moment came, and then I guided his cock to my hungry bottom-mouth. I relaxed my sphincter, and felt his hard glans moving rudely into me, as I pushed back onto him. He groaned with lust, and so did Fran, keeping up the charade."Oh Jerooomeee... your cock feels so good in my bum!" She cried, trying not to giggle.I lowered myself all the way, and my husband's cock was deep in my arse, stretching me deliciously there, for the very first time!. Quite clever really.A peel of laughter broke my reverie, drawing my attention back to the scantily clad woman in the centre of the room.“So, to the matter at hand,” she said, turning her attention to the flush-faced Eve. “You are here at your own volition, yes?”“Yes,” Eve answered, her voice barely audible.“And you understand and agree to what is about to happen and its justification?” There was an awkward pause when she appeared to let the statement sink in. Her mind possibly running through.