When she wanted to go to Aruba, and I told her we couldn't afford it; the blue Brooks Brothers button down with the white collar. She'd even thrown on... of my ties around her neck and had some glasses that I don't know where they came from halfway down her nose. I'd dropped my briefcase in the hallway and fucked her right there on the floor until neither one of us could move. I swear that was the time that Chelsea was conceived. And needless to say we went to fucking Aruba. But the shirt didn't. They won’t keep their hands to themselves.”I put the phone on loudspeaker so that we could chat as a group and it was obvious things at the other end were getting a little bit naughty. Clive joked that we were the civilised bunch as we had made some breakfast and intended to get ready before we started having any more fun. Bill joked, “What would you expect. At the end of the day I’ve come down here as part of a Scottish invading army to conquer you all!” I have to say I laughed saying I hoped. ”“What about?”“Well, according to Paul Owens and Lee Butler…”“What? Those two pricks?”“Yeah, well, according to them, you…”“What?“Well, they reckoned you fancied me.”“Fuck off!”I went bright red coz I did fancy him and now I’d gone bright red I just wanted to get up and leave. I couldn’t just sit there and let Liam see me blushing like this so I got up.“I’m going for a piss.”I went to the toilets. Fuck. There was no way I could walk back into that pub now coz now he knew how I really felt about. We do need Mr Fleming as our client. It’s just an hour. Please do this. Please. For us.??Mr Simmonds – do ask your wife to make sure she provides a vigourous and enthusiastic fuck. Our deal is dependent upon her performance. I expect her to take all of my cock into her mouth. All of it,? he said, grinning.Monica was shocked by Fleming’s continual appalling and degrading comments.?Darling?you heard Mr Fleming. Please make this good for him. ??How can you say that to me? Jesus. Do you love your.