"No maths teacher," he informed them. "She had a breakdown during first period. Someone told her that her kid was ugly." The other boys smiled. "That ...eans we might get a supply teacher." Richard said with a hopefuly smile.No sooner had he said this, a young man - barely old than twenty, walked through the door. With boyish good looks, a cheeky smile and green eyes, he looked like a model with the long blonde locks. "Morning class." he said, and the class chanted back his greeting. "Morning. Oman’s fledgling government was looking forward to the royalties it was going to collect from the pipelines and support business for the tankers. There would also be a thriving port business associated with it. Tugs would be needed to position the ships along with food and sewage services and of course - garbage scows.The result was another international standoff with Iran that resulted in another round of worthless resolutions. No penalties, no sanctions - just more worthless talk and threats. Fighting her own desire, she took her time, gradually taking him deeper as her head bobbed back and forth. She knew she could bring him off quickly, but that wasn’t the point. This was about his pleasure, not hers. Keeping a gentle grip on the base of his dick, she slid the robe off one arm at a time, carefully setting it aside (it was silk, after all). Her free hand slid over her naked skin, pinching here, caressing there, ensuring her body was ready for whatever he desired. . I muttered, “That sonofabitch can suck my cock.”Terry giggled. “I would like a picture of that.”I smiled. “Now, you have made your call. What happens next?”She looked worried. “I’m not sure. Someone will be calling in a few minutes.”“Terry, let me talk to them. I’m the customer.” I settled back into my chair. “Now, what type of things would you recommend for me despite my obscene amount of money?”She gave me a tremulous smile. “I would suggest most go into a mutual fund unless you want to.