Tony said walking up behind me. Good morning Tony. I answered turning around. I practically fell down when I saw what Tony was wearing or lack of what...he was wearing. He was wearing a tight, sleeveless, white T-shirt that only barely covered his muscular chest leaving his dark brown, washboard, flat stomach bare. His bare stomach looked just like it did in my weird dreams. He was wearing low fitting, tight blue jean, shorts. His jeans were so low on his hips I could see the top of his kinky. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, “I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.” The old farmer replied, “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” The indignant lawyer said, “I am one of the best trial attorneys in New Zealand and, if you don’t let me get. I want you Janie, and I love you, but I’m looking forward to feeling Ron’s cock inside me as well. When Ted died, I rather assumed it was all over. Now I see that it doesn’t have to be so. I think we should all pass the JR tests.” “If not,” said Jane with a grin, “we will just have to keep taking them until we do.” “Jane, as far as the JR testing goes, is it necessary that the third person is simply a spectator? If I fuck Ali, might you play with her nipples? I am looking forward to watching. I was at the top floor of the hotel in a small suite. Some of the perks of being the boss, at least in other peoples’ perception. She was in room 1412, two floors below mine. The first instruction had to be a simple one, just to test if she was game or not. I took a leaf of hotel stationary from the desk in my room. I wrote: Hi Samantha. I am your secret admirer. I will not make myself known to you. I am going to give you specific instructions which you will need to follow during this week..