...despite Cassandra's condescending attitude.Kelly however bristled at the criticism.. ?......I'll do it for $100 and a $100 credit?. She retorted an...rily. ?A hundred!..........? Cassandra gasped. ?Or you could just lose your biggest customers? Kelly continued.....gesturingtoward the couple who indeed looked as if they were preparing to leave. ?Are you good with this too? Cassandra asked Justin not really looking athim but keeping her eyes on Kelly who to Justin seemed to be trying her. She had quite the collection of toys, that one. One of which was a vibrating egg, golden finished on the outside and attached via cable to a small remote that controlled intensity and interval of the vibrations. At the moment where she showed it to me, my mind already started concocting plans of what to do with that. After plenty of foreplay and getting her nice and wet downstairs, I slowly inserted said egg into her flower pot, watching her face as excitement rushed across it. As I got back to. There's a tendency in the world to ascribe derogatory terms to the kind of things we say to each other. You know what, though? I FEEL the things we say. Life is better with my mate. And that's not because he provides material things. We share material things. It's because I have somebody I can talk with and laugh with and love with. And if that's smarmy, then you can smarm me until the sun burns out because I like it.That's a conversation I've had with my sisters, too. Cindy giggles, "My life. ” “How about a nice card from the stationery store?” I laugh. “Silly. I was thinking of something else.” “Oh, I see.” He takes another sip. “Might I ask what that is?” I take a chance and slide my hand across his hard bulge, squeezing it gently and feeling how hard and big he is under those shorts. Frank smiles and makes no move to stop me. I unbutton the top of his shorts then slowly tug the zipper down, spreading the fabric apart. Frank’s cock springs free, big, hard and proud. “Well,” he.