"Marcelo, right?" Marla asked as she answered the door."Yes, senora. I come to fix the sink. You lose something in the pipe?" Yes, my favorite ring, w...ich happened to be my late mother's engagement ring. And there is the case that water goes down slow whenever I use that sink anyway. It's been like that for weeks, and I haven't had time to call a plumber until now." I'll see what I can do," he nodded.She led him back into the bathroom. He had his case of tools in his hand, spying the sink and. Hundreds of mergers he had forced down their unwilling throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms. And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the. "Oh no I don't think so either" I whispered, I was still marveling at the sight of Helen slowly grinding below me. "Well if I keep doing this I won't last too long either" she sighed.She moved my cock to the very top of her vagina and speeded up her movements but was still very gentle with my penis."I like a light touch, see how I barely touches as move your cock around here?" Helen breathedI watched with wonder as her body started to move faster as my cock flicked around her clitoris.Her. ? Whenshe was finished, he stood up and held out a towel for her.? He turned away again as she stood and driedherself off. He waited while she dried her hair and used the make up he hadlaid out for her. ?Come into the room, the boss likes femalesto look like females, so he would expect you to be dressed when you go backdown stairs.?? Amanda followed him intothe next room, which seemed to be just one big dressing room.? ?This room belongs to the wife of the boss,but she is away and I know she.