I'll come back at the end of that time to listen to any offers you may want to make. I'm not promising that I'll accept, but I'll listen and consider ...hat you have to offer me. I won't counter or negotiate. I'll either accept your offer, or retire from this company. That's fair, isn't it?" I asked."I feel like I'm being blackmailed, Jack. I'd prefer to settle this right now. You know that the company considers you one of our most experienced people," schmoozed Simpson. "We don't want to lose. I'll be back later."I gave a kiss to Beth and the kids and Jill, but Amelie turned her back and stalked away when I approached her.It didn't help that I was getting pressure from the Sara and Bailey, too. They seemed to be convinced that I could just up and follow them to wherever the Tour landed that week.It had been almost six weeks since I had seen Bailey and she had hinted for a couple of weeks that she would like me to visit.I would like us to visit, too. But I was in the middle of. Since you can’t do shit about it, I’m going to piss in your fucking mouth, bitch.” With that, she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back and pressed my mouth against her body, making a tight seal between my mouth and her pussy. Her head laid back in seeming pleasure as I felt her relax and my mouth filled with the salty tang of urine. I had a choice of swallowing or choking. I swallowed. I drank mouthfuls of her piss, wondering just how long she had held it. I slid my tongue out,. . ?”“Come on, come in to me shed, lad I’ve got a couple of glasses already for us.”“But...”“No buts, now lad let’s get drinking.”Allen reluctantly followed Jack into his shed. Jack had always been a good friend to Allen so he thought he’d just try his wine and then get the hell out of there. Jack, at eighty-four can be extremely persuasive and knowledgeable and yet after ten minutes or so can be completely boring his only topic of conversation being home brewing and carrots.Jack passed the.