You are my family, and I’m counting on you. Everything I own is in a trust and y’all are the new trustees and beneficiaries. I want you to use the...money - income and principal if needed - to help orphans and youngsters left behind by Confederacy extractions. Education, food, clothes, housing, whatever. Who and how is totally up to your discretion. I doubt you’ll personally need my money, but that includes you. The trust documents will give the details.”“Now, listen here!” he commanded. “I know. . as I went on, I found myselfgrowing embarrassingly erect, but Cynda kept taking notes in aprofessional manner. Finally, I finished."Fine." She looked up from her pad, the trace of a smile on her sensuouslips as I shifted to hide my pants-front. "I have all I need. Now, if youwant me to do a Scene for you, here's what you must do:"Return here at this time next week. Dress well: the finest suit you own,the most expensive tie and cufflinks, your underwear new, from thepackage, and your shoes. " Sir Patrick was long experienced in making the outrageous seem reasonable."But I didn't 'trade' Suzie. I couldn't, could I?" No, but that's not how Kushnar would see it. You turn up with an attractive woman in tow. Of course he assumes that she is 'yours'. That's the way that their culture works, even informally."Gerry sat back in his seat feeling glum. What made things worse was that he'd found Suzie insufferable. When it came to women, he preferred the quietly compliant Fanima to the brash. My own cock was throbbing, but several phone calls in a row kept me from doing anything about it. Mary dressed in a bright purple one-piece bathing suit and went out to the pool. I tried to concentrate on my work, but the memory of Mary's firm young body kept popping back into my mind. I took a break, grabbed a cold beer and went out by the pool. Several of the neighborhood kids were playing in the bright blue water. Deb was sunning herself in one of the deck chairs, the strap of her bikini top.