"The lapel buttons," he said. They all have some little flower badge in their lapels."We all stared hard at the photographs on the websites. Each man ...ad a formal picture of himself in a business suit, smiling at the camera. Each had a little emblem in their lapel. It looked like a carnation or something similar. Angela's father told us that he he'd seen this badge before. He'd noticed it a couple of times being worn by other people on his list. It hadn't been worn by everyone and the meaning. "You're wrong on that account. I was already being served, but I had tostep outside to pick up my hotel swipe card. I dropped it on the way into this store. I was only gone for twenty seconds. The girl was aboutto ring up my purchases." He glanced at the shop girl behind thecounter who nodded in his direction."Sorry, mate, but that's not my problem. There was an empty counter andI walked up to it. If you left the store, then that's your look out.You join the queue when you return, you don't. Then in a quiet voice she told me that an offer had been placed on the house and would I please, please reconsider? I again told her I would not and the call ended abruptly. That night over dinner she told me that the offer had been rejected by the bank. But the real estate agent told her there were two other interested parties who would both likely place offers in the next couple of days. I simply shrugged my shoulders at the news. After a long pause she asked what it was we would. Together we managed to get them off, and I eagerly grasped his hard-on. His cock was warm, and felt longer and harder than ever. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and started to slowly, surely, masturbate him. I’d slide up and down the length, occasionally rubbing his helmet, which was slick with precum, then gripping him firmly for a few more strokes before repeating the process. He throbbed beneath my touch, and I sensed his excitement as clearly as if he’d shouted it to the world..