They settled down with a drink apiece and read each other's notes."Great minds..." said James."Ye-es but we've both left out any intangible factors. W...at it boils down to is whether we've got the flair and the energy, not to mention the patience, to turn it round because, at the moment, it's a dead duck." If we were to take it on for six months, the leanest six months of the year, and not see any light at the end of the tunnel, how much are we prepared to lose? Two grand? The Joneses lost over. "Ugh yes, baby!" Brad moaned, looking at his hot wife take his cock in her mouth, and placed his hand on the back of her neck. He watched her lips close around his shaft, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth engulf his manhood, then moaned louder as she started bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop, looking up at him as she stroked his dick with her hand, then stuck her tongue out and started licking it. "Ugh, that feels amazing!" Brad moaned as he watched. Bentley laid a soft kiss on the very tip of his manhood, and then drew her delicate little fist up and down upon it."It's terribly hard and oh, so hot," she murmured, her voice dripping with lasciviousness.Passepartout groaned again, "You don't understand..." he began, but shut up as his old lover accelerated her stroking. She felt his shaft pulse in her hand, and a drop of clear liquid appeared on the purple tip. The widow's pink tongue darted out, sampled the pearly substance oozing forth. His sudden departure during a biological attack, with kind of work, it was just too much of a coincidence. What if his company had been responsible for the virus? More importantly what kind of reward would there be for exposing them for the annihilation of an entire city? She had smelled a golden opportunity for her to seize upon and did a search for the name of the company on the card since it was the only lead she had to go with. The internet gave her all the information she needed..