”Our conversation was interrupted with Tony handing us a second drink.I asked, “Do you have a girl friend?”“Recently, I took Annette out on a ...ate. I really like her and she doesn’t mind what I am doing here.”After waiting for awhile, Tony said, “Get back on the bed.”We could see that Alan was still soft and was going to need some stimulation.Annette and been rearranging the lights. Tony looked at her to say, “Annette, see what you can do for Alan.”Annette crawled up on the bed, took Alan’s. He pointed to a display cabinet. “This is the diamond so generously donated by the Blanchard family – your family, Lady Greenway.”“I was not born a Blanchard, Professor Courvoisier. Madam Annette Blanchard adopted my cousin, my sister, and me. When the diamond came into our possession it seemed the right thing to do was to donate it to France’s premier museum in her and her husband’s name.”“For which I, the museum, and its director, are supremely grateful,” Courvoisier said, giving a slight. And imaginations are like assholes - everybody has one. However, unlike assholes, imaginations can come in various shapes and sizes. For example, my imagination resembles a big, fat cock. Ideas flow down the veiny shaft and gather in the mushroom head before words spurt out the slit one-by-one forming a sexy sentence on a page. So, what do I do with my unusual gift, you ask? Well, I decided to use my dirty little mind to bring sexual pleasure to others. Some put erotic writing in the same. Roman immediately accepts.They go a few blocks to a local coffee shop where they sit in a booth in the back. After they order, Brea starts the conversation. “So how was your weekend? I understand you did quite a bit.”“Lucy reported to you,” he says with a chuckle. “But yes, we did quite a bit. We walked along the shoreline and sat on the grass near the river. I did a little work at the office and then we had dinner. Then I took your mother on a ride through the mountains to Protectorate.