When do you wanna come?”“I’m still thinkin’. Lemme call you back.”CiCi ran upstairs to his master bathroom and began another round of douchi...g. He was certain his asshole was squeaky clean, but wanted to take zero chances with a first timer like Boston. He ran through two cycles and was satisfied that he would not be inadvertently ‘painting’ Boston’s dick if they did fuck. He jumped in the shower to wash off. The phone began to ring and CiCi bolted.“Hello,” CiCi answered.“Yeah. How long it. Two of the companies were of course out of town vendors. Both of them came up with yearly figures that were far more than the towns thought they could handle. It was decided to host a town meeting to talk about a tax to raise money for maintaining the computers.I was as shocked as anyone else when Dave stood up at the meeting and told the assembly which included the Mayors and city councils of both towns that he'd do it for free. He'd also do upgrades for only the cost of the software. I. Chambers smiled and said with a chuckle, ?Turn in a circle Tracey. Let them see your uniform and remember, it’s all for charity!? He reached up and smacked her behind to get her turning.Tracey kept slowly turning round and she saw happy faces and flashes in every direction. The uniform still high above her head. ?Jump Tracey, they can’t see it in the kitchen!?Tracey jumped and her large breasts firmly bounced for the club members and the boys.Mr. Chambers watched her turn for a minute and then. His constant travelling and lack of fame had been too much pressure.Generally he enjoyed being his own person. Always something of a loner he never was much of a mixer and, frankly, he thought most of the people in the music industry were too far up themselves to bother with.Mostly it was, listen to the tapes, do the gig, and slip back home to hang out on the deck overlooking the ocean. He didn't even play much when he was home. It was his work best left at the office.Once a week a little.