“You fit that type, don’t you Ms. Mitchel?”“I am retired, young man, let me think about it, OK?”“Here is my new email, that uses my porn n...me. Let me know. Just being around you makes me hard as steel,” I quasi-whispered to this bottle blond.After getting my $2,750 for making Tara happy, I gathered up my four blondes, and paid for us to drive through McDonalds, with all of them getting a Salad based meal, while I got myself two McRib Meals, handing off my second diet-coke for the ladies to. “That being said, the reason I asked you to come in is that I want to resolve this guilty feeling I get when I am away from here. I was thinking if I could connect by Skype with the dealerships, I could do my meetings and be aware of what is going on here and yet still be away from here. I could also talk individually to employees if I needed to do that. To that end I want you to contact someone who can install and setup in the conference room the equipment so I can video conference staff. It had happened when they had first met that morning and he had ignored it but this time he couldn’t. He turned to look at her and was met by that beautiful disarming smile of hers. Something wasn’t right here as far as he was concerned because instead of feeling nervous or anxious, he felt calm. She was also experiencing something because when they met that morning something had awakened in her something strange and exciting, a prediction from her mother. You see she had a gift, which was. ..I shuddered. They were big and hairy. There were no soft curves, no swelling breasts.“How do you lie with these men, Angela?” I asked, grimacing as one leered at me.“Oh, it's not hard,” Angela pured, smiling at the same man that leered at me. “Mmm, he's got a strong jaw.”“You should see what I can do with it,” he laughed, licking his lips. His chin was covered in a dark shadow of stubble. “I'll lick your pussy until you scream.”“Maybe,” Angela laughed as she sat down at a table. “Don't.