Two parents and two brothers who loved each other. They had lived in Hong Kong for the last thirty years, after coming over from Guangzhou, where they...still had family roots. His dad was a mid-level bureaucrat in a government agency, while his mother was a seamstress in a high-end tailor shop. Not the most auspicious background for success in the underworld.But both brothers were raised with an understanding of how large organizational structures worked, from their father while their mother’s. We must have been a little drink when Arjun asked me a pointed question.“Aman, do you ever think of another woman?”“What male doesn’t do that?”I asked him back. “I mean a specific woman”, he replied back.I asked him what he was getting at.“Would you ever consider swapping wives?”I nearly choked on my drink.“What brought this about?”I asked him.“Zoya keep telling me that I don’t satisfy her on the bed, and we’ll let’s be honest, you are packing heat on these jeans.”I do have a big cock, close to. "Coach Ryan?", he asked meekly, looking at the desk between them.Ryan cleared his throat again. "Yes, Derren. Come in." The coach stood, walked around his desk, and pulled back one of the guest chairs. Derren sat, and Ryan returned to his seat as well. He wasn't sure what to say."So, how are you?", he tried, then winced internally. 'Not very cool, Coach'"I'm good, Coach. Excited about the opportunity." The boy muttered, still not meeting Coach's eyes. 'He's as nervous as I am...', Ryan thought,. I drop my jacket onto the back of the couch as I kick off my sensible shoes. I work in a relatively liberal office and I often take advantage of that attitude and dress to suit myself. Today was no exception. I’m wearing a loose, swingy black skirt that stops about mid-thigh, and a cream-colored silk blouse with buttons running down the front. I sit down, turning on the news thinking I’ll get ready when it is over. I scan my brain for THE outfit for tonight. I know I’m no supermodel but I’m.