”“Any relation to the Mr Tucker on the Board?”“Yes – youngest son.”“And Mr Tucker Senior is more than just a Board member, he is part ow...er of the hotel company, isn’t he?”“Yes, Mr Bart. We all know that. Mr Tucker Junior doesn’t let us forget.”“Jean, do you know that as from next Monday the company will have been sold?”“No. Why should I? It won’t make any difference to me or my colleagues. We’ll still be working for low pay and in shitty conditions whoever owns the company.”“But Mr Tucker. He had been driven to a huge wave of envy. Driven also to bring himself to orgasm with her panties clutched around his cock.He thought ruefully of whether he would be able to face her without letting her know all this, or would it be immediately obvious at Breakfast? Would the word guilt be written over his face in huge red letters? Or would it just slip by unnoticed? One way to find out he thought, springing bolt upright in bed, ready to face the world. Again this morning he could smell. Not squirting wet which my wife is prone to…..just turned on wet. He entered her again and they made love most of the night. She recalls getting back to her room at about 7 and he didn’t leave till almost 10! She would roll over and ride him, he would get her from behind ( which is Lynda’s favorite ). She said it was like they were long lost lovers reuniting. It was really enjoyable….not bang bang fuck like her other encounters.She said she had 2 orgasms that she can. Her pussy moistened. He may be a lesser god, but a hot god is still a hot god.Julie nodded and waited until Mike left the room to pick up the folder.The information was sparse. About every eleven years, the word Wickware appeared someplace in North America. Mostly in county files or bank records. The first was in May 1947 on a county map in Wisconsin. Other documents were equipment purchases and bank loans. Strangely, the bank loans appeared to be paid within thirty days.There were just two.