" As I mentioned earlier, this isn't a witch hunt, and I don't think that you did anything illegal. To help me in this investigation, I'd like to see ...ome of those charts. It is also my understanding that you along with other traders use proprietary models. I think that you have a good research team, and a good grasp of the markets."Without revealing the formulas, Karen walked Mr. Wilson through the Index charts, and pointed out support and resistance levels. She talked about history, and that. " You don't get paid for that?" Heh, well yeah, we do, but we could do four school dances for what they pay us for one night in the clubs downtown. Really though, we promised them last year that we'd do a couple of dances this year. We're pretty successful now, but these are our friends. It's kind of a business, we really won't make any money at a school dance; they can only pay so much." Wow, I never thought of it that way." Yeah, well, we do make more than the average kid working after. “Sounds reasonable. Let’s get the people out, then you can work on the rest of it.” I suggested.“Sounds like a plan,” he replied and immediately turned to leave.“Oh will you pass me through the road block?” I asked.“Sure,” he agreed.“Okay Tasha get me that map of the area,” I demanded.“You are not going in there alone?” she suggested.“Sure I am. How else am I going to prove how valuable I am?” I suggested.“Bullshit, I am going with you,” she said.“If you go, we are going in cold,” I. The moistness which greeted his prick at the opening to her love hole seemed to invite Stan to take whatever he wanted. Still holding tightly onto Mia's hips, Stan sank his shaft deep inside her now, in one full thrust--the gasp which shot out of Mia's mouth at being filled so forcefully and all at once making his cock throb even hotter within her! Mia's fingers wrapped so tightly around the edges of the tank that they seemed to become part of it, as Stan finally found the perfect realization.