The Templeton fortune ? and it was a big one ? was made in the ragtrade, from spinning to weaving the fabrics and to the making ofclothing. We have tr...ced the current major shareholder, a Miss MariaTempleton, to Birmingham, England and discovered in so doing that herfather had changed the name of the company immediately after the FirstWorld War because of some unknown German connections. Maria is aspinster and seems to have accepted she will have no natural heirs andI have started her story at. It had apenis and testicle form that looked very life like attached to somethingthat had a shape like a funnel. The device fit into her pubic area andaccomplished two goals- it allowed her to urinate standing up. The urinewent into the funnel and she was able to control its emission by holdingher "penis". The other thing it did was to give her the appearance of areal "package" in her pants outline. Very cool indeed !!!We both had the requisite large sunglasses and looked at each other onelast. I put the arm restraints on, tying them to the metal bed frame. Her chest was heaving and her nipples fully erect. I moved between her legs, leaning down to suck and slightly bite her lips, just as she liked.Just at that point, and slightly noticeable above the sound of the music playing on the television, I looked to my left to see the lad from reception had entered the room.My heart rate quickened. As dorky looking as he was, he looked quietly confident. I put my finger to my lips, he needed. While grabbing a couple of biscuits out of the cupboard in the kitchen he cocked his head for any sounds in the house at all, he could vaguely hear something, but didn’t know what.“Mon?” He shouted. “You home, Mon?”He walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway, recalling her closed door. Rapping his knuckles on the wood, he asked again softly, “Monica, you in there sis?”He heard some sniffling and the sound of someone blowing their nose behind the door. Shit, he thought. If that punk Robert.