He was mesmerised as I placed my leg down, and sashayed towards him enticingly, my legs sliding through the two splits in my gown, fucking his brain. ...ust then the woman on stage began to sing – ‘I don’t want to wait’ by Paula Cole, and my man started to unbutton his suit, stopping me dead in my tracks.(Surely he ain’t gonna undress in fronta alla these strangers?!?!) I remembered the woman on stage starting her song, but I didn’t remember her finishing it. Neither did I remember the men in the. . something about their next meeting! So, we were right... the organization does exist and Max Keele is a member!" So... ? Not to belittle your information, Baby," her good- looking, tall husband replied after sipping at his drink, "but we were already fairly certain of that fact, weren't we... ?" Fairly certain, but not positive, Jack," she reminded him. "Now, we are!"He nodded; she was right there, of course. Prior to this, the so-called social club was little more than a rumor... an. What do I do with this new found information? I continued my work and it was weighing heavy on my mind. I grabbed some lunch and sat down to eat and rest some. I grabbed a box of DVD’s and sorted through them as I sat there. There were two that were unlabeled. I popped the first one in and hit play, it was some Nascar race . The next one however was much more interesting. It was two hours of a flipping sex party. I had no more than started watching when Stacie pops in to see how things were. ‘I want you back,’ Jack said once the waiter left. Hailey’s trimmed eyebrows rose in cautious surprise. ‘At work,’ Jack clarified. ‘You really helped develop my consulting firm, Haley. You wined and dined a lot of our big-money clients, brought them in, and I can’t afford to lose you.’ ‘Oh come on, Jack,’ Haley sounded dismissive, ‘I can’t be the only one you can put in a short skirt to lure clients through the door. Hell, your daughter could do that for you.’ ‘Miley would probably be.