Explaining that the more money I gave away to charity, the more money I made. It sounded crazy to me, but once she showed me the figures I agreed with...her.I didn’t know exactly how much my portfolio fund was worth anymore. It had grown so much, with many deductions for charities and taxes; it had gone beyond my ability to keep track of it.Another change was I found the more money I made, the harder it became to invest my money. It wasn’t that finding the companies was any harder. But there were. Her hand reached for my dick, and at that exact moment I bit her ear lobe. She started rubbing me lightly over my pants. My hands were busy playing with her boobs. They were soft, and I wanted to massage then, kiss them, and bite them. I pushed her t-shirt up and massaged her boobs through her lovely red-hot lace bra. I was amazed at how good they felt in my hands. She opened my pants and was trying to push them down. I opened her jeans as well, and brought her down from the desk. We removed. Stacy groaned and wrapped her legs around Jared as he began fucking into her with long strokes, pausing often to grind himself against her groin.With two women loving her breasts with their hot mouths, a vibrator playing tag with her clit and her loving husband fucking her steadily, Stacy's mind reeled. It was the greatest amount of simultaneous sexual stimulation she had ever experienced. In no time she was panting and squirming. Her body rushed past the usual build-up to climax... before she. If they slow down and get carried back by the belt they break the beam and zip." Zip?" A quick shot of electricity through the tits gets them going again. They don't have to be fast, they just have to keep up a steady pace. It seems to work." Our Freddie is an ingenious soul." We left the room as the girls walked on.Rick showed the way to another room. It looked more like the bar of a comfortable hotel than a dungeon cell. Rick sat down on one of the deep padded armchairs. "Strictly speaking.