" Sylvie, I'll take that bet. How long are you going to be here with Cindy?" Two weeks anyway. Why?" Because you not only have to bet your ass, you ha...e to help me get her a real date with someone that cares for her." Jim, you can't do it even with my help." You just don't want to give me a shot at you, so you say it can't be done." You're on. If we get Cindy a date, I'm yours, anywhere, anytime." What if I lose? What is my forfeit?" I don't know, but I'll think of something." This was. She let out juices moaning on top of her voice. I was fucking her in out in out puch puch sound and I was coming, but I continued. Suddenly my body stiffen I let out my first sex juice in 10 minutes and I felt amazing, lied on her top for some time. She got up and kissed on my forehead and went to bathroom to clean herself. I relaxed til she came out with towel around her. She was looking like a South Indian desi actress coming out of bath fresh. She went in front of mirror. I went behind her. I spent enough time there that within a week I had kitted out my private office space with a huge “big screen” TV that was internet enabled, as well as a very comfortable leather couch and two club chairs. The first week in April, I had received a call from a group of jazz dancers looking for a contribution toward a trip to a competition. I told them that I needed to see their tax-exempt paperwork and some other organizational documents, plus details on the trip itself. Rather than send them. He also wrote undisturbed on trains. Once underway and when there was nothing of note to observe out the windows Seb pulled out the two books Marion had given him – one called ‘The Known History of the Cape Family in America’ and the other ‘Rothschild Cape From Whose Loins We Are Descended’. Both publications had been written and published by Marion’s father Larry. The family history was a glossy volume but it was the soft cover publication and the revelations in that booklet sexual.