Ihm hatte er den Milliardenauftrag weggeschnappt. Und das hatte ihn extrem wütend gemacht.„Guten Abend Familie van Houten“, begrüßte der Mann s...e in einem starken russischen Akzent.Herr Bulowski war etwa 55 Jahre alt. 168 groß und von sehr hässlicher Erscheinung.„Bulowski. Sind sie verrückt worden. Lassen sie mich und meine Familie sofort frei.“, tobter Herr van Houten.„Nun. Ich werde sie wieder freilassen. Aber erst wenn ich mir das Geschäft an Land gezogen habe das sie mir gestohlen. Gyrating slowly, she appears to sparkle in the lights, body glitter or something, a delicate navel piercing, it’s different and somehow mesmerizing...Trousers inched lower, those in the cheap seats can appreciate from behind, then again, sparkling detail of a diamante thong. Rising suggestively she inches them off never-ending smooth legs then returns to her knees. The lingerie looks expensive, the underwear fetish crowd are creaming so soon. Hands flow over herself, drawing your eyes to each. I apologised too, and carried onto the shop. After getting the items needed, I put my hand into the back pocket of my jeans to get my wallet to find it was not there. I knew it had been there as I’d just been checking to see that I had some money for the shopping just before I bumped into the woman. Quickly I played back the scene in my head and put two and two together. I left my items on the counter and ran out of the shop towards home. I turned the corner to my street to see my 5 doors away. I don't think I can have an orgasm."Well, that simple statement made me determined to prove her wrong, but when I increased my pressure and movement, she pushed my hand away. She didn't stop stroking my cock, though."Let me help you, honey," I said."Not yet. It's not punishment, Brian. Don't jump to conclusions. My body is almost healed, but I'm not ready for that yet. Please touch my breasts and let me kiss you."I moved my hand over her tummy and up to her breasts as she lifted her lips to.