"I went in," Hank said. "I didn't wait. I'd been in his house beforeand I knew which room was his... I stood in his door and for a moment Icouldn't be...ieve what I was seeing. It wasn't like the Janus I knew atall." That's the shock," Hank's father said. "Carry on..." He was hanging from his ceiling fan. His eyes were wide... so wide..."Despite his natural calm, Hank felt the tears welling up. He couldn'tbelieve how one person could change so much in a day or two that they'dend up so much worse. "Megan doesn't like to sing in public," Emily stated.Julie choked on her drink before managing to get out a laugh."You'll have to get over that!" she said when she was able to settledown."Yeah," I told her. "But the record company has asked me not to sing itoutside the studio until it's been released. They're hoping it becomes ahit."Mr. Prescott nodded at that information. He was a lawyer, and he seemedto agree on the contractual side of the record company."Besides," I continued. "My dad won't. It felt hot and hard to mytongue and she held the tip barely inside my mouth so I bathed it withmy tongue, working the soft and sensitive underside to extract anothermoan from Alex above me."Look up baby," she said. She was holding the phone a few inches aboveme. "It looks so hot, Scarlett."She turned the phone round and pressed replay, so as I was suckling hercock, I watched myself on the screen, as it must have looked to Alex. Isaw my eyes looking up, Alex's cock sliding in and out of my pink. ” I said.“I don’t like to be threatened,” Jessie said.“Nobody does, but most folks don’t like to be surprised either,” I suggested. “Oh one more thing. I will test the liquor from a random sample. If it isn’t straight, you will have a problem. I’m just saying be careful with your quality control.”“How much can you move?” he asked.“Probably forty gallons a week,” I suggested. “It doesn’t have to be that much, but it’s important that if you say twenty, you deliver twenty.”“It doesn’t work that.