" You should really have that stuff in-house," Mary cautioned. "Look, what happens if your tech guy's mom finds out he is hosting a porn site from her...basement and throws his computer out in the yard? You're screwed – figuratively, of course. I would suggest you check with your attorney to see who owns the rights to your web site. There was a big push back a few years ago for the web designer to claim intellectual property and hold the site owner hostage. Given the size of your bill, I'm. He played like this for a while and her thong started to get soaked to the point even the pantyhose started to get wet. This is what I had smelled when I got the used pantyhose several days later. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore. She got up and removed the pantyhose and her thong. He was disappointed the pantyhose came off but she told him she would leave the outfit on and he could fuck her in it which he didn’t object to. She said he bent her over the edge of the bed and lifted up her. Now Brander got up to speed and stood from the booth. Buttoning his coat, he offered a hand to the man and asked, “And who might you be?”“This is Reggie,” Meghan introduced with a cordial wave of her hand.“Um… no. Reggie was the other guy,” the man said, “I’m Malachi.”“Oh, sorry.” Meghan winced. “The names are so similar.”Malachi looked suspiciously at her before turning his frown toward Brander who was still shaking his hand. “Who are you?” he asked the question of the evening.“Brander,”. “How do you know?”“Well, little things, like stolen kisses every now and then, a stroke of her arm-”Grant starts to nod.“And he had his finger up her pussy when I went to the bar.”“Fuck me!” Grant replied in astonishment. “You could be right; then, they’re in for a good time.”“Do you think she was playing with his straw?” Grant adds.“Never noticed her disappear South, and never noticed a bulge either.”“Maybe a small straw?” Angie raised her eyebrows with a smile.“A bit like yours then?”“Hell no.