"With your help, I want to turn this sorry ass company into a high-flying, profit-making, trendsetter." She delivered every word with strong feminine ...ower. I felt blood rushing to my labia and clit. "It will take total dedication from every one of us." She leaned forward and rested her hands on the table, showing off her backside to the mirror and to us – on purpose. Her pussy dripped with juice and her puffy lips were spread open to give us a glimpse of her pink secret chamber. The cleavage. ’ ‘Like clothes and your car.’ ‘Like clothes and my car, yes. Are we playing Trivial Pursuit, passive aggressive edition?’ He chuckled under his breath and sat on the sofa. ‘Hardly. Got anything to drink?’ ‘Beer, for me. Pop, also for me. That’s it.’ I set the gun back in the cubby by the door. ‘So nice to guests.’ ‘I don’t like guests.’ ‘Give me a break, I’m trying here. You want the mechanic? Well, here I am.’ Want was not strong enough a word. ‘I don’t want anything. Thanks for the favor,. Many of the (former) rights that citizens of the U.S. had were being eaten away.But Io was not a citizen of the United States. For whatever reason, el Presidente did not bother with the semi-autonomous AmerInd nations. Of course, his family’s interest in the casinos on Indian land expanded, but once he got his beak wet, the raptor that was the deal-making CEO of the U.S. no longer cared. The AmerInds weren’t, after all, foreign terrorists. Io was, in fact, not a citizen of any country. She was. She went over and wispered something to here twin sister and Bobbie had a very peculiar look on her face. Bobbie, sat down on my bulging aching cock and rocked back a forth and smiled. I thought I will never be able to hold my load of hot cum from making me look like a fool. But I was determined not to have an orgasm because with my shorts being the kind they were , it would be real messy. So I said lets pull into a cove and have some lunch. Then Bobbie got up and they started wispering things.