" I blushed at his statement."This isn't about him fighting to win me back; it’s about my ability or rather inability to trust him." Tell me what ha...pens in the meantime.... While you make you decision." Listen I'm confused enough as is. I think it’s best if after tonight we cease contact." Guess I should have seen that coming." He mumbled. Seconds passed with neither of us uttering a word. Suddenly he stood, swept the dishes off the table, and lifted me out of my chair."I'm ready for dessert!". I needed to cum. She had closed her eyes to get her wits about her as she panted loudly. I used this noise to mask the stroking of my cock. As soon as I felt my balls start to tighten I took one step forward and shot a huge rope of cum all over her shirt covered tits. She didn’t feel it because of the shirt, and I kept shooting all over her huge tits. Just as I was finishing she must have felt the warmth or wetness soaking through the material and opened her eyes snapping her head up to look. “I’ll give you £200?” Bobby said.“Not for sale,” I responded. Turning back to face the front, holding Julie by her hand, my fingers locked into hers.“I’ll give you £500?” he insisted.Turning, with force in my voice I replied, “Look the tickets are not for sale!” I stared into his eyes, attempting to make my point.He curled his lips into a grin. “I’m not talking about your tickets, buddy. I want to buy your bitch for £500.” His expression, turned to rage, as he looked down at the ground, my eyes. A couple days later Stacy Husband came into the office. Stacy greeted him at the door and walked him to my office just like any other client. I shook his small hand. It was alot shorter than me and a little over weight. He had a funny tool belt around his overalls as he measured a few areas over head in my office. About an hour later he gave me an estimate. He started the next day and by Friday had put everything in. I tipped him a few hundred for the good job. We laughed when I slipped it into.