He didn't say a word, but I surely knew he was wondering where everyone was, though.I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Are you ready?" Lori, where is ...veryone?" This is everyone, big brother," I whispered, leaning onto him and kissing him. "It's just you and me here," I assured him, prior to leaning off him again.I went to the stereo and put on some slow music and dimmed the lights a bit too, so I had the mood set perfectly. I already knew he wanted to have sex with me, so I wasn't expecting. “And the other half billion is in trust for your foundation. Removing any significant funds from there would effectively destroy it.”“And my personal account?” I asked.“You just bought a plane! You might have enough left for a few weeks of searching with a TAS, but then, even if you found it, you’d have nothing left to pay to salvage it,” Vickie said.“What’s a TAS?” Izzy, my personal attorney, asked.“Oh, sorry. It’s an acronym for ‘Towed Array Sonar’,” Vickie explained. “You get a ship, and. After that he had sent the staff home and retreated to the nearest bar.He stumbled on his way back to his seat and only avoided spilling his drink when he was steadied by a tall man. "Thanks," he said in a slurred voice to the man."Not at all," the man replied in a surprisingly cultured English accent. "Are you sure you are all right?" He asked."No, I'm not. I've just lost everything." he proceeded to spill his entire story to the man he couldn't even see properly.The man seemed perfectly. Luckily, once I was involved with projects at work I was able to forget about the cage and therefore have some moments of peace. However, my Ex would routinely ruin this by sending me random pictures of her feet in pantyhose or full body shots of her in some cute outfit. Always, with a caption referencing my inability to cum or have any say when I get to orgasm again. Sometimes she'd even demand a picture of my locked up cock, forcing me to excuse myself to the nearest restroom and snap one for.