"Uhm ... sur ... uh ... wait." I thought about what was said and the way he put it ... Lightbulb Moment... "Out of New Jersey? How far out? How much i... owed in dockage, fuel charges, backpay ... figuring that in ... is it still a good deal ... and what's it going to cost to move it?"I heard him mumbling beneath his breath."It's not in a port ... it's at sea ... and there's a ship in tow ... but we'll have to fetch it with Big Bertha. They're out of fuel," Tuobro looked positively positive.What. ” “Oh in that case thank you,” I was quite taken aback the shoes were expensive looking and the anklet must of cost a small fortune. All I had done was boss him a little and then made him cum over my feet and here he was giving me gifts just for doing so. I rose once more from the chair before telling Peter it was time for me to leave. I decided to drive home in the sandals he had bought me I didn’t want to seem rude by changing back into my own. Peter disappeared into the kitchen quickly. "Sure!" Cynthia smiled. "Come on, you haven't lived until you've put on pantyhose." Cynthia said escorting Brad to the bedroom. .....Cynthia made a left into the Thorne estate. Passing the stone entry, Brad was getting cold feet. "I changed my mind. I can't do this." Brad said nervously fidgeting in the passenger seat. "I can't go out in public looking like this. I'm practically naked. My shoulders are bare, my legs and feet are bare, my back is bare all the way down to the top. I can come as often as I like with my cunt and twenty to thirty orgasms when I am fucking is normal but when I come with my clit it is like a rocket taking off, I can't stay still and have to spread my legs and wriggle like crazy as I stimulate myself or I'm stimulated by someone else.Normally I like to take my time but I knew that if I stayed in the cubicle for half an hour or so they would knock on the door. I pulled the chair towards the other side of the cubicle and put my bare feet up on.