’ I blushed at that before she continued Anyway, he makes it very clear to me that he can make life very hard or very easy for your Dad, and wh...ch way it will be is all up to me. It took me about half a second to catch his drift. What could I do? Have your Father posted to some shitty little backwater, where he’d never make any commission, or sacrifice myself to give him an easy life. Peter, darling, I hope that you don’t think the worst of me, but I told the old man that he could have. I joined her, sucking the bubbly liquid off Ingrid's other tit."Mark," Mary said, giggling, "there's a candle in this whore's ass!"I laughed. "I know, I shoved it there."She was laughing hysterically and stumbled back, almost falling. "What a nasty bitch! You have a candle in your ass!" Mary started spanking her ass. "Your naughty, slutty ass!" Ohh, spank me harder, Mistress!" Xiu moaned."Mistress?" Mary asked and then started giggling and slapping her ass. "Are you my naughty, dirty, whorish. She was not your average account’s manager. She had long black hair, and her big dark eyes were checking me out with interest. I was glad that I’d been working out lately. She was looking very fit herself and very professional, in a nicely fitting dress that showed off her small but curvaceous body.When she smiled at me, her whole face lit up and I thought I’d better sit down fast before she could see my hard-on. I tried to get my mind back to business as we started talking, and I told her my. .. or an idiot. Some critics such as the Vice President have even read it. Others, like Governor Bush, used the cliff-notes at best. Maybe I am a dreamer. I dream of greatness yet to come. I am not the first to do this, however. Bobby Kennedy once said. "There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?" I believe as he did. So I say to the disbelievers, make room on the non-fiction shelf for that book. You're going to need.