Also, the irony was not lost on me—I'd schemed and planned for months to have dinner with two women while both were wearing garter belts. Now it was...happening a second time, without me lifting a finger. Somewhere, the gods were laughing their fool heads off.They continued to laugh while I looked for parking in Adams Morgan. With no Metro stop, there was no good way to get there, and apparently everyone had decided that tonight was the night to go out. The only pay lot in the area was jammed and. ‘HMMMM, Liam. That’s nice.’ I felt her nipples harden in her bra and with one hand I reached up and unclip it. I stood back to watch the purple lace fall. There she was, fit, firm and tanned in her purple thong, and her 34 Cs playing peek-a-boo from under her linen shirt. She stepped close and whispered, ‘I want to know why the guys call you Subway.’ She led me to her room; I breathed deep to take in the scents of a flower garden. She took my shirt off, gently kissed me all over as she. How it love to be rubbed an rubbed, until it shot white yuck out of its tip like a canon blast, all over whatever was in front of it. I'd also seen my brother's "magazines" where the women would accept these blasts in their mouths, and swallow them right down. I longed to taste and swallow Ronnie's cannon blast, right about now. I grabbed hold of his hardness and began massaging it, in and out, just like I'd seen my brother Jim do it himself over the last few years. I could hear Ronnie make. He informed me that apart from my former company, several other agencies would also be submitting art work to a well-known paint company, to redesign the artwork on their paint tins. Having met the lady in charge of that division on a few occasions, I phoned her, and after explaining my situation, asked if she would allow me to make a submission. Somewhat condescendingly, she agreed to consider a proposal from me. I was very familiar with their current packaging, as my previous employer had.