Jensen rose as Susan entered and asked her to take the chair in front of his desk, not the usual informal arm chairs. A fleeting feeling of trouble cr...ssed Susan's mind as she sat.Remaining standing, Mr. Jensen looked at Susan with a sad face. "Susan, I know I made some comments about you becoming a partner in our firm last week. I am sorry to say, however that certain things have come to my attention that makes that impossible at this time."Pacing slowly behind his desk, Mr. Jensen paused to. MaybeI'll do better as a girl. Go ahead. Give me your best shot."Pauli took a thin, foot-long rod from inside his jacket. It seemed to bemade of the same silvery metal as the case he'd just put the check in. Hepointed it at Mike and spoke a few words. He spoke in a low voice, and,close as Mike was, he couldn't make out a word or even be sure of whatlanguage the other man had spoken."Is that it?" Mike asked.Ryan nodded. "Subtlety is very much a part of the magic."Mike was about to speak. I got so turned on by her enthusiastic efforts then even while driving on a crowded freeway where even some people noticed what was happening in the car I place my hand on her head firmly and began to fuck her throat as deep as I could. This I know turned her on because when I did it she placed her hands under me a gripped tightly, almost as if she was trying to make me fuck her throat deeper. She finally came up for air, looked me the eye, her mouth and chin wet from her saliva, panting hard. Her mother expressed awe and fascination with this side of being a star. I heard her mother ponder whether she'd be a candidate as a Playboy model. She did have most of the physical credentials needed and there was no doubt she'd mothered Ellen and Crystal – both beauties were a reflection of their mom.We took the Learjet from Knoxville back to Nashville late the day after Christmas. The weather was foggy, rainy, and cold.Terry reached us as he'd promised the next morning. "OK. Here's the deal,.