Well at least that’s what my friends call me. Frankly I’ve been called that for so long so often that I cannot really remember my real name unless...I look at my driver’s license. I am not really a ladies man. In all truth, I’m the complete opposite. If I tried to pick up a lady at the bar I would crash and burn worse then the first fight of a military aircraft. My hands sweat, I turn beet red, and I sound like Porky Pig (no offense Porky). The recollections of past date that I am about to tell. " Miss York had her mouth open but no words came out untilfinally she said "she would have to sign away her human rights, sign tosay she was incompetent of making her own decisions erm.... you may needa Doctor to sign that her behavior needs a guardian and class her body asan object that was owned by you!" Yes that sounds fine, splendid when can you have that ready?" MistressTara asked"It will take a while to close any loop holes over something so ... so..unusual! maybe by tomorrow evening" Oh. “Much better, some sleepy juice in our pussies,” Becky said with a snicker.“Until Denise licks it out,” Anna giggled.“She asked us to bring her a snack,” Becky giggled as she kissed Sam softly.“Glad to have been of help.”“Oh, and Denise will be getting you hot in front of them when they get it on with the whore.”“They might take her by force.”“We know, as does she. There will be footage if they do, and she will most certainly be saying no, because she also wants your cock, after we told her.”He. Whatever the reasons our lovemaking had never been more prolific.Unfortunately this blissful period of sexual harmony was soon to be interrupted. A major project came up at the office and the amount of work involved was incredible. The man I had planned to meet in Zurich had recovered from his accident and his company had launched their takeover bid. However, in the interim, a rival company had got wind of their impending action and decided to make a bid for the same company. A full-scale.