”It was rather quiet.“How soon would you expect them, Mr. Thomas?”“I am a understanding person, why don’t we spread them out over the next f...ve years?”“While we are at it, I wondered if we could get some of your billboard sized signs as well. Maybe 1,200 of them. I would expect a nice price break for all of this product.”“Why don’t we drop the price of the 25x48s to $1,600. My people need to be motivated.”“That is a deal! I may need some other things you do. Send the paperwork to...”I gave him. I think that she was a little jealous of me. Jack, you're making me horny, your cock is so hard, let's do it again, I want to go on top and give you a great ride."Mum got on top of Jack, gripping his cock at the base, she ran his bulbous head up and down the length of her wet sex slit several times. Mum positioned it in the middle of it and pushed down, Jack's massive cock disappeared inside her greedy cunt, she smiled as she built up her rhythm, mum said, "I need this, it's the fourth time we. I never spent this much time getting ready for some guy. He wasn't just some guy though. He was older. Not by much but his position made him seem older. He was my poetry professor, one twenty eight year old Nathan Kennick. He was honestly the reason I decided to take a poetry class. As much as I longed to take a fiction workshop, I couldn't pass up four hours a week staring at him in his flannel shirts. It was an added bonus that his class would help me in getting my creative writing major. We. "He sits up, a bit more excited in his seat. He's getting a bit weird. "Great! Then click that link again, watch and listen." he tells you. It sounds weird, but you've listened to him this far. You click the link, and watch the flashing white lights, you're noticing a pattern in them. You listen to the screechy tone. You feel light headed.You start to get suspicious. "Jake, what is that? What's it doing to me?" you ask, clearly sounding annoyed."Relax, relax, Maggie." he says, you immediately.