" I yelled, pushing him up. He enjoyed the fuck, but he is still not sure what's happening. Perfect. His cum and my own were dripping over him, but he...ran around and soon he had all his stuff inside two large bags. I tore the mask off my face and he gasped, opening his mouth to speak before I cut him. "I know what you did. You think my body is your own property, dip shit?" I told him, a dangerously low tone to my voice. "I want you out of this apartment, and I don't want to see your face ever. But you are not certain, you do not make a decision, until you run the numbers, reach the bottom line and the black number is higher than the red number. Only then are you sure. Only then are you willing to make a decision. Until then it is just supposition and conjecture."The same is true for me. I might suspect a great number of things. But until I have absolute facts to verify it I don't have to deal with it. Kasey gives me the facts sometimes before I even form a supposition. I had no idea. Jane was already there, stood naked facing the table with her hands covering her breasts and public region, her cheeks blazing bright with embarrassment and trembling despite the fact it was not cold at all. She didn’t turn to face, resolute like a statue as I approached to spoon in behind her and placing my held items on the table to either side of her. Picking up the antiseptic and a flannel, reached around her and slowly wiped her down. Placing my chin on her shoulder I savoured fondling. Every time BB lands a new client, the whole office celebrates. Even if it’s 10 in the AM.Ms. Sloane seemed to be following similar breadcrumbs in what I now thought of as the McGovern Campaign.“Birdie, did you and Ms. McGovern ... growing up, were you close?”“Oui. Tréy close.”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that girls mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her.