I remember grinning to myself in the mirror as I turned around and unlocked the door. --- After I opened the door I stood waiting to pluck up the cour...ge to walk out into the room. Moss didn’t say a word and there was silence in the room. I cleared my throat and stepped past the threshold of the bathroom. Holding onto the empty bottle I stood for a second in the archway that lead to the door to the room. I didn’t know if he was looking at me or not because my head was down slightly and my eyes. When service was over, Happy invited me to her weekly afternoon 'tea' at Franny's.Of course, I said yes. I had enough time to fuck both these women before cheerleading practice started—no way in hell would I miss my lionesses prancing about while one of those sweet, young things danced on my pole.I buried my pecker deep in Franny's cooch. She gave an appreciative moan into Happy's cunt, thrusting her little hips back against me. Her snatch was tighter than Happy's; Franny wasn't a mother yet.. But its demands on the lover are great. I do not believe that I should inflict even pleasurable pain on a woman (especially on this willing one) without being prepared to endure - or, enjoy - the same pain myself. Therefore, on the next occasion we met and the nipple clamps lay waiting on the pristine white cloth of the bedside cabinet, I did not flinch when she took them, clipping one to herself and the other to one of my nipples. We were to bear - and enjoy - the same level of pain and. But finding out how Anniston scored the software was background noise. Who sent her after Oasis? After Barry?Jessie, “Anniston has a small circle -- five other hackers -- that she trusts. Online anyway. One of those guys, screen name is ‘showmemoney’ is the only one who seems capitalistic. He’s in it for the cash.”Ah.I said, “Show me the money. Jerry Maguire.”Jessie nodded.Jesse, “We pieced this together from forum discussions, private chat logs, some guesswork. We think ‘showmemoney had the.