“Does she still dream of me?”Ben said, “She still has the occasional nightmare. The therapy has been quite successful. She doesn’t quiver upon...hearing your name any more.”Magus laughed. He said, “You can still dish it out. Give her my love.”Holding up the manuscript, Ben asked, “Is this the only reason you called me over here?”“Yes,” Magus answered.“Is this the favor I owe you for getting me set up as publisher of the Five Millville Times?” Ben asked.“No.”“What is it?” Ben asked.“This is the. .."Marie-Renee's eyes went wide."Who would have made it?" How the hell would I know?" Jennifer said. "Maybe the book on the table will help us find out. Shit, I have no idea what this says. And I had three years of French. True, I got B's and C's. Well, and a D. But still, you'd think some of it would make sense." It is Medieval French," Marie-Renee said, looking over Jennifer's shoulder at the book the young girl had found on the dust-covered desk. "Mon Dieu! The last notebook of Michel de. Recorded music was currently playing at soft volume from the speakers. Milling about everywhere, in groups of four or six or eight, were my co-workers, mostly men but a few women as well. Nearly all of them had a spouse or at least a significant other hanging on their arm or hovering close by. I felt a small pang of regret that I had been forced to attend alone but my busy schedule of late had precluded the possibility of even digging up a platonic date, let alone an actual one. I greeted. Why was I reaching for him? His breathing was slow and even, so he was asleep. I graced my fingers over his cock, and slowly rubbed it. I rubbed on his balls, and leaned over and licked the shaft, as it grew to its full 8”+ length. I took his head into my mouth and looked up to see his beautiful eyes watching me. His hands went behind his head, and he flexed his sexy 6 pack as I worked his cock. He pushed me back softly and kissed me as his hands found my hole and the butt plug his father.