I don't know all the details, and I explicitly don't want to know the details, but it came to be that somebody called in a marker and wanted the club ...o be extra special nice to the son of some American billionaire. It was less about money than trading favors, and again I'm healthier if I don't know the favor."Anyway, David, or so I knew him, while up-and-coming in conservative politics, was on its libertarian side. I never got into the details of his politics, but I had the opinion he was. Everyone that worked for them had a morality clause in their contract. More than a few people had been terminated over the years for conduct detrimental to the company. Some had been caught in workplace affairs, some had stolen from the company, and one guy was fired for repeatedly lying about being ill when he was actually fishing.The rumor was that before he canned him, Art told the man he could understand him going fishing rather than going to work. Art had been known to take a few. My third martini arrived shortly after. “The gentleman in the black sweater is sending this over,” said the bartender. I answered, “Tell him I said thank you very much.”He took my acceptance of his drink as an invitation, and he soon left his stool and came over to me. “Hello,” he said.“Hello, Mr. Clean. Thanks for the drink. I’m Serena visiting from San Diego.”He laughed. “I get the Mr. Clean thing a lot. My name is Harvey, in town on business from Chicago. Looks like we’re both far from home.. I somehow controlled my temptation. My dick was right straight at that beautiful sight, From that day I’d been thinking of her bulging boobs & her big ass and masturbate very often imaging her beautiful sexy body. From then on whenever I spoke to her I used to look either her boobs or lips but never her face. She also had noticed this, but we never attempted sex. Ah!. But now though I have the courage to propose her. It all happened on a Sunday some 2 months back. Her family got 2 invitations.