Don't ask me how I know that, but I do. I have to go. I'm resigning today and getting out of the country. I know way too much to hang around, but if y...u do a little homework you'll see everything I've said is plausible, but I know you only have my word that it's true. I don't give a shit about the money, I just want our drug to start helping people who can be cured, but as with any problem, fix the money and fix the problem. Just follow the money."And with that, the line clicked dead leaving. He nudged his cock between her legs, letting it slide between the cushions of her padded thighs until he could feel the top of his shaft rubbing along the seam of Winter’s warm pyjamas.She lay there smiling, too tired to move or speak, and too happy to care. Pete kissed her softly at first, tasting the Baileys still on her lips, and then harder, pushing his tongue in further and tasting her own unique flavour under the alcohol. She was sweet, that fat little fuckable wife of his. He pulled her. As the first awful weeks passed and as we played more together, Darryl started to get the feel of what we were doing and by mid-tour was drifting more and more to our end of the stage, to Sam’s volcanic fury. Eric, was well… Eric, and did his own thing on his far left hand side of the stage, and I doubt he ever noticed a thing anyone else was playing or doing. Most nights the aggregate was still a heaping mound of shit, but more and more often now we would have a few little flashes of. Raymond doesn't answer my plea but he's definitely heard me. After applying a headlock, he pastes a big strip of tape over my lips, then another and another. He smiles. I'm really frightened now but my many protests are muffled. I struggle and hit out as much as I can trying to do the impossible, trying to stop this crazy man, but within seconds my remaining leg is bound to the other chair leg. For a fat guy he's remarkably strong.Raymond steps back to admire his work. He tugs at my shins a.