"There are a lot of nice people working there. Honey, would it bother you if I joined their little group? They stop every Thursday night after work an... I'd really like to get to know them better."Why would I mind? I had my bowling league on Thursday and I wouldn't be home until nine anyway so I told Belinda to go ahead and enjoy. A couple of months went by and sometimes Belinda would be home when I got home from bowling and sometimes she wouldn't get in until after I had gone to bed. I didn't. I tried to draw up my knees and try to press down on those fingers, but they retreated as I did, leaving me needing them – so much.Again I felt the cool steel of the scissors as the cut through the soft material of my panties, first on one side then the other. The front panel now just fell away, leaving my pouting, slippery wet pussy totally on view to anyone watching.I listened more carefully now. The breathing that I heard before is louder now, faster, heavier, and definitely male. A hard. Ready yet?" "... just a little mo..." "... room here?" "Got it this morni..." Then I was in an elevator and being held up by two men; Brad and Charlie I thought, but I wasn't really sure. I was picked up and carried down a long hallway and then I was lying on a bed and staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. My head was swimming and voices were drifting in and out, "She is nice and..." "... long time for this" "Call it." "Heads" "You lucky bas..." I felt my legs being pulled apart, but I didn't. Part 2 was difficult for regular people to understand, but very simple to implement. Jeff was buying puts on all the stocks in the banks’ portfolios. Each put gave him the right to sell his stock back to the seller at a certain price. So Jeff would pay to the banks a fee for each put option. It was a small fee, and to a large extent it would offset the fee the banks paid for each call option.But here’s the end result: an option controls 100 shares of stock. So an option for 1 day (or part of a.