All you have to do is lie face down on the couch. One little 'owie' in the butt and all of this is over." Or what," Jim asked. "You'll shoot me? I don...t think so." Ah, Jim? You may want to look at the bodies on the floor. I think I've demonstrated my ability to shoot people." Yea, but they deserved it. Those two double-crossed your buyer and that guy," Jim nodded towards Rambo. "He double-crossed you. But you still gave him a chance to go for a gun. I don't have a gun and I haven't. "I ... I n n know I'm not suppose to touch myself without permission. P p ppplease sir, give me permission so I don't break the rules." I did, and she came within thirty seconds. Dinner was over!Walking to my bungalow, all I could think about was fucking Stacy. But by the time we arrived, the heavy Italian meal had taken effect, along with all the events of the past day. I was exhausted. Stacy undressed me and I fell into the comfortable king bed. I watched as she slipped easily out of the robe. Hewas weakened by her appearance and somehow fell from the bench to thefloor. Charles landed on his knees and looked up at her in fear.Ms. Gimble wore a one-piece black latex dress. Her hair was down andfell straight down her back. Her huge tits were mostly masked by thedress, but Charles could still see some cleavage. Ms. Gimble wore darkershades of make-up on her face. This included the gray lipstick with theeven darker gray lip liner. Under it all she was still quite gorgeousand this. If there was a risk of messing things up by rushing them then I knew I had to take care as I stood to lose everything. We spent a lovely relaxed day together before Gerald had to catch the train to London for business as usual. He kissed me passionately, and promised that he would ring me every day as I built up towards the day of my facial operation and breast implants. I was quite lonely when he left but kept myself busy around the house. I had 5 days to prepare myself to go under the knife..