"That is the deal Gwen. His orders would put me in a higher sales group, increase my commission cut, and start incentives kicking in. We would be able...to get some of that new furniture you want, or actually take a vacation. It would be a substantial increase in our income," I assured her."I am trying very hard to understand this deal and what led up to it, Henry," Gwen replied. "How did you come to offer me as some kind of perk?"So far Gwen was amazingly restrained and I began to feel a glimmer. She put the Glo stick down and checked her slug thrower, seeing it was out of ammo and not wanting to risk using any of the suspect round, she took the knife in hand.Walking about 5 yarn from the door, she psyched herself up. Taking a deep breathe she slowly let it out and crouched into position. She closed her eyes, took a few more breaths, then open her eyes. Vin charged the door, launched herself at it using her good shoulder. For a split second it held, then gave way under the force and. ..it's just too much...butI'm trying. I'm so goddam desperate. I really wish you could cut me abreak..." EE picked up one of his pictures of Mistress Olivia, her boobs bouncingin a tight white top, with her superior smirk. She would never let him cum. The last time she'd allowed him to spurt, after 120 days, she'd forced him to send her five hundred dollars!This, along with the monthly $250 that he had to send her for e-mail trainingand of course the $50 he paid weekly for her perfumed panties. ” He half pointed at Elam’s soft dick. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why I did that. I never did it before.”“Are you serious? It was great. I loved it. I never done anything like that before, too. It was great.”“You said that.”“You’re still hard,” Elam pointed out.“Yeah,” was all Cong could think of to say.“Come here,” Elam said, although Cong was still beside him.He grasped Cong’s dick and proceeded to jack him rapidly. It wasn’t the same way that Cong jacked off, but he lay back and spread.