Not the sympathetic smile of encouragement, but that playfully cruel smile that people use for small indignities they enjoy seeing their friends go th...ough."Quit stalling," Tim said. "And remember our agreement, the terms were that you would get the lowest score on the team so you better bowl good this frame."Scott sighed, discouraged at first, but then as he approached the line he steeled himself. He was determined, he would not lose this bet. He would not let himself lose. Not if there was. Yesterday, I went shopping and found exactly what he wantedfor shoes. I got a pair of white calf pumps with four inch heels. At the back, above the heel, was a white leather bow. I had neverworn anything so high, and the little bow seemed to scream "Fuckme!". But the black ones are worse. The heels must be almost fiveinches. They are black calf, highly polished. Each side is madeout of five very slim black leather laces that come up out of thesole of the shoe, are gathered together and become. "130 million yen. Approximately." The whole room gasped."And what do you do with that money?"That was easy. "A portion goes to my personal living expenses and some to a fund for my brother, but 80% of it goes back into KaibaGames." Two questions. First, yours is a for profit corporation and yet you run it as if you were a non-profit. Why is that?" KG employs, at my last check, 5,181 people worldwide and gaming is a volatile industry. KaibaGames has a very generous fully-funded benefit package. "Ummmm, they look so tasty, I just want to lick them to see if theytaste as good as they look," I replied licking my lips suggestively. The look he gave me then made my nipples hard, "Hey sugarhips, youshow me yours I'll let you lick mine."Suddenly I couldn't get my pants off fast enough, somehow he beat meanyway and was bent over the bed with his butt facing me. His cheeksquivering with his anticipation of my tongue. He really did have anice ass, as I kneeled down behind him I took a closer.