When she turned around, I realized why.It was Lana Parrilla. Her eyes lit up and she started to come over."Hey Lana," I waved. "It's me..." I know," s...e said very chipper. "I was come to see you." She embraced me a big hug, which i returned resisting the urge to grab her ass. My cock greeted her too, standing at full attention. "How many guys do you think butt-fuck me in airplanes?"A couple of teenagers passing by giggled having heard her question. "Well," I said, "I hope you had a nice flight. Alan had to leap away or the back rear of truck would have clipped him as she roared passed. The truck made a squealing turn around a corner, and was lost from sight among the parked cards. Alan stared after it. His jaw hurt. He let out a short breath, and then turned to the beach. His gut burned for a good twenty minutes after. *** Alan stared up at the sky. His arms and legs were beginning to feel the burn as he treaded water, the waves washing him up and down. He nodded slightly, and then. I’m leaving directly after lunch, why don’t you come with me, it’ll give us time to talk and you’ll probably find it interesting.”“Are you sure I won’t be in the way? I mean people will wonder what I am doing.”“No,” Victoria told her. “We’ll say that you are helping us with sales, using your connections to further sales in the upper levels of society that you can access. Obviously you need to know more about the business. We already have Lady Bridget Harmsworth working with us. How does that. "So, how'd it go? What did they say?" Doris asked when Jack had come home that evening, a week before accepting the offer.Jack explained everything to her, short of the rather unsubtle innuendos that he'd also been given. One of the few, yet very important mandates that had been stressed, was that anything, short of something illegal, was expected. Whatever it took to land a potential client, especially when profits were in the millions, meant just that. Whatever it took to do it. Period. And.