I was steaming, but I had to hold my temper so that we didn’t have another ‘Dan’ problem. Connie had already discovered that the LA group was br...nging in more revenue and profits than the rest of the company together. All I could do is wait.I hate to wait. I texted again and asked that at least one immediately respond. I included that their lack of response will cost Mooney millions.There was no one in the bar area, so I found a large rocks glass, scooped some ice into it, and poured a generous. No mobile phones, no email, no instant messaging, no Skype. OUR parents often hadn’t even had the telephone option – my Mum and Dad could only write to each other while he was doing his National Service overseas, and they could only use Air Mail if they used the special lightweight paper forms; it still took a few weeks to get a reply... )Even kissing the photograph on my bedside cabinet goodnight just before I switched off my light, and wishing it a good morning when I woke didn’t help; I. She was now the spitting image of Tiffany during the Milking Ritual the other day. Clyda's balls were swollen roughly as large as Tiffany's had been at her peak. But Clyda had hers at this size in minutes, and they now hung considerably lower than Jordan had seen on any other girl on the Island. "Okay love," said Clyda. "We're almost ready here. I want you to put the container on the edge of the bed, against the wall for me." Jordan placed the container in the appropriate position. "That's. ‘What are you going to do?’‘Watch.’I felt my wife’s hand on my shoulder, urging me to turn to my left, towards her. ‘Come here, slut, mine needs some attention.’Her words and the snickers that came with them caused curiosity to overpower embarrassment and I slowly opened my eyes. She was standing directly in front of me, with the guys looking on. Her dress was parted, and in her hand was the big cock-shaped dildo, and she was holding it with the base against her crotch as if it were her own.