Last night it was Molly. A girl who probably couldn’t even spell her own name. Will it be Molly tonight? Or some other girl. Her bitter thoughts fo...lowed her, and distracted her from the self-consciousness of her hidden nakedness as she travelled home on the underground train, with bodies of men and women squeezed right up against her, supporting herself only by the strap. As she hurried up the stairs to the surface, she absentmindedly let her breasts fall out of her coat, but she hurriedly. It was no surprise this turned me on, seeing her getting stretched in pleasure, ramming it deep inside her, as she bucked and thrust against this false flesh, my little cock stiffer than it had ever been. From the floppy white one, to a stiff, hard big one. Really big. As wide as a forearm and just as tall. The floppy one not enough, we'd move onto the big one, and she would fuck it deep and hard, getting sweaty, her eyes closed, her hand on one nipple, picturing something - what I do not know.. The other 1% of the time he usually came up with something better. He was young and barely out of college, tall and extremely thin and wasn’t especially sociable, he just lived to code. When he started to ‘discover girls’, especially the cute, very underdressed ones we had no shortage of here locally, his social skills and manners began to improve. Clyde, called ‘Barker’ by everyone, was a short roly-poly and flamboyantly happy kid straight out of high school that seemed to be a graphics. Oldham."You're now an owner of all five companies," he went on.I leafed through the five certificates and saw that they were of varying quantities of stock."You won't be a director yet, but we'll expect you to attend the stockholders' meetings. Your vote will represent one percent of each company."I was dumbfounded. "You're not easy to shop for either," I said. My gifts for them seemed like cheap trinkets compared to the stock certificates they'd bestowed upon me."I'll put that in the safe,".