"Looks like they were taken down pretty low," he said. "Couple of thousand feet, maybe?" I doubt it," Gil said. "These ain't real new, but they ain't ...hat old, either."Mark took a closer look at one of the photos. There was a notch cut out of the corner of each of them, apparently with a pair of scissors -- obviously, to remove identifying marks. "Where'd you get these, Gil?" Mark asked."Would you believe it if I said they showed up in the mailbox one day, with no postmark and no return. The moments pass with teasing slowness and I start to think I might have to explain why we're both covered in cum when you finally awake. Then I feel your hand slip up my top and pleasure shoots through me as you pinch my nipple. A moan escapes my lips and I reach behind me, pressing down on your cock and rubbing it against my ass. My top comes off and you turn me over easily, taking my nipple into your mouth. I'm stroking your cock and whispering frantic nonsense. I need you inside me, I can't. He was kind of surprised that no one had noticed that yet.“I’ll be packing it away soon. I’ve got a feeling that the market is going to start going up soon.”“Well, we’ve got a problem,” Benny said.“What?”“The Shah went on vacation.”“So?”“The Shah went on vacation.”“I’m not following you,” Robert said.Tim said, “The Shah of Iran just fled the country. There’s a revolution going on there. They’re going to stop producing oil and the price of oil is going to go through the roof. There are going to. Phil cleared his throat again, “Mari, I haven’t had sex in two months and you are diving me crazy. You are making me want to slip into the bathroom and jack off.” Phil whispered.“Phil, baby, you don’t have to go into the bathroom. Just turn your chair facing me and unzip your pants. I’ll do the rest.” I assured him as I massaged the growing bulge in his trousers.“Oh god, Mari,” Phil said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am. Oh god, do it, Mari. Stroke me. Make me shoot here in the.