The guy certainly did bear some resemblance to you, but this seemed kinda odd to you. ‘What happened to Mr. Fletcher? Won’t he want his life?’ y...u wondered. ‘Mr. Fletcher has recently lost any reasons he previously had to want any of this information. Sir, do you accept the terms?’ You sat in silence as you slowly looked through the materials you’d been provided. You would move to Los Angeles, not bad… And it said that this Fletcher guy was worth around ½ a million. ‘What about a plane ticket?. Another quick kiss on the cheek and she left the room, closing the door behind her.I realized there were some fantasy flaws in Eric's little week long scenario, and I began to put a few things together, and compiled a little list in my head.Sarah and Heather didn't seem to care for Eric too much despite their ferocious and ready eagerness to fuck his brains out on command. I was going to be relieved by Sarah every once in a while now, which would make things a little easier on me... and I knew. Vee didn't look at all surprised, so they'd obviously discussed this already.Vee replied "Why don't you show me how you are doing it?" which of course made me go pink in embarrassment.Once we had the quilt off and Sian was climbing on top, the sight of her tits jiggling in front of my eyes started to get me hard enough. We kissed, and she mashed those lovely tits into my chest, and Gustav ignored the audience and stood proudly to attention.I was also actually very turned on by the fact that Vee. " He looked appropriately mournful, but a glint in his eye told me this was tongue-in-cheek.I laughed. "Sam, I don't think I'm going to be singing too many Schaunards from now on."He broke into a huge grin. "Tell me about it, buddy! I saw the Traviata review from here and got a little confused, couldn't figure out how Marko got back in and what he was doing singing brilliantly; the man's a journeyman. Then I saw the other piece and it all came clear; you were the one who sang the ass off it,.