I had a portable printer in my briefcase, so I printed off a contract on the way. It wasn’t the contract I wanted to give him. I would need to speak...with my lawyers for that. It was enough to con him into leaving the country. Then I could do what I wanted with him.The limo came to a stop in front of his home. It was a run-down place in a sleazy area of town. We got out of the limo and Emily walked behind me as I guided her with the leash. I knocked on the door.You could hear him yell, “Fuck. ” She smiled wearily, “And the pain is over.” “Some pain leaves scars.” I said softly, running a thumb down her cheek, “Scars no one but you can see.” Prestira leaned into my touch, resting her cheek against my hand. “They’re but grazes to the wounds you’ve dealt me, Zander.” “Don’t guilt me.”“I’m not.” Prestira smiled sadly, “I’m just telling the truth. You ruined me long ago.” Her fingers trailed to her bosom, “There’s a hole here. I feel its ache every day you’re not with me, and its. " "Yea Nick?" "Look what I found at my house. It's my older brothers." "Woah.." He pulled out a playboy magazine, "Look at her boobs!" We fumbled through the pages. "Hey dude wanna jack off?" Nick said to me, "Sure why not." I replied. We unzipped out pants and sat down on the couch so we wouldn't walk up Joe who was on the floor. We placed the magazine between us on the couch. I pulled out my 7 inch dick. "woah dude you dick is huge" Nick said, "mines on only 4 and a half, look." I glanced. Her blond hair was perfectly coiffed into a big, yet somehow refined; hairstyle that he guessed must have involved a lot of pins, a lot of hairspray, and a lot of time with a beautician.She was wearing a gold flecked business suit, that would have been sophisticated if not for two things: the fact that the top three buttons of the jacket and blouse were unbuttoned, showing some pretty sweet cleavage, and the fact that it was shiny gold. She was balanced perfectly on a pair of gold high heel.