My hands wander along both their bodies and Dane’s hands also flow between both of us, caressing, gripping, fondling. At first, my head spins in a ...renzy. I can’t believe that my fantasy is about to come true. I slow myself down. I want to enjoy the moment. I don’t want to rush this. I want to savour it, savour her. “Dane, lay on the bed, honey.” Dane has a beautiful body. I love admiring it as he lies there with his cock now fully erect. I lick my lips and look at Cassidy. I climb on the bed. ”“Well, you have me,” he enthused. “I can help you look, or ... well, I’m embarrassed to say so, but people keep telling me that I’m a ten. Of course, I’m too modest to accept that approbation, but I must admit, they’re probably right.”“You?” I think the tone of my voice probably showed my disbelief.“That’s what they tell me,” he said smoothly, although his eyes had narrowed at my response, so he was probably a bit upset.“I’ve never heard anyone say that,” I commented, trying not to upset. Her shoulders rolled as she let it fall off and slip to the floor. She unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of her white, sheer blouse. The peeping lights shone through the material, revealing the curve of her large breasts, held firmly in place. The next 2 buttons revealed her stunning cleavage. The soft light cascaded over her shoulders, funneling down between her breasts, highlighting the compressed flesh within her bra. She set the last 3 buttons free, and her blouse quickly followed the suit coat.. Not one cent. Not one favour. Actually, some people owe me."Scott Anderson is an experienced player when it comes to interrogation. He stays calm as the squall of verbal bullets from Randolf whine and ricochet past him because, during the assault, Scott notices a disconnect. Randolf has scornfully denied the very suggestion that a difficult or unsatisfactory business relationship could have provoked his daughter's abduction but, right after, Randolf owns up to problems in the past and moves on.