"Lawrence, it's..." Yes Andrea," he interrupted, "after seventeen years, I think I'd recognize your voice. You know I'm not supposed to even talk to y...u."Lawrence Whitcomb was a long time member of the board of directors for Beaumont Investments and the only member who had expressed reservations about dismissing Andrea Beaumont as CEO and hiring her teenage niece in her place."Yes, I'm aware of what a pariah I have become at Beaumont Investments since the little whore sabotaged me and took. ” His fingers curl around Rory’s, not letting her go until they are in the bathroom upstairs.Standing before her, Chance’s fingers sink into her hair when he claims her mouth once more. Her lips part, surrendering. Moaning into his mouth her tongue finds his. Her fingers grip his shoulders in fear of losing her balance to his onslaught. His tongue massages hers, probing deeply. Immediately her clit begins throbbing as her nipples harden. Pulling away he suddenly changes things up. His fingers. "I smiled. "That's the perfect name for it." All I'm saying is that if you put five thousand in tomorrow I wouldsuspect that in six months or less you might very well be amillionaire."I was gob-smacked."Are you serious?"She nodded, with an assured look on her face. I turned to Peter, and hewas nodding just as seriously."Your choice, Jessica," she said, running her hand up my arm, sending mytingles soaring again, "no pressure. This is just an example of whatloving people do for other loving. "Alright, gentlemen and lady, take a seat in the living room, and I’ll be right out with the special treat I have for you,” you say, me eavesdropping from the kitchen, curious and scared as to what you have planned.You walk into the kitchen, I set down the potatoes on the counter, and get on my knees quickly."Good, pet," you say as you squeeze one of my tits, "I have a surprise for you."I stay on my knees, knowing that you haven’t invited me up yet."Go ahead," you tell me, "you can speak." Sir,.