So, how’d ya figure me out, Mrs. de San Finzione?”“Whyte Telecom,” she answered. “Are you new to this whole ‘criminal mastermind’ thing,...Leonard? Cause I’m willing to give you a few months, let you go try to blow up the Eiffel Tower or blackmail the UN with your weather machine; you know, get a feel for it. Then we can pick things up right back where we left off.”“Figured it’d go unnoticed, I admit. Whyte Telecom is where I made my first billion, and decided that there are plenty of. Scenes from that night years ago flashed through her mind. She pressed and prodded against her clit, sending jolt after jolt of delicious pleasure throughout her body. She was lost in the moment of drunken horniness when something broke her out of hit. An extra pair of hands rubbed her shoulders, gently massaging them.“I’m guessing you had a good time watching the game,” Charlene slurred playfully. There was no response and she didn’t care. The feeling of fingers that weren’t hers, rubbing out. Let’s go greet them.”A few minutes later the door bell rang and I looked at Blossom.“You know them. Invite them into our home.”She smiled at me and went to the door.She opened the door and smiled as brightly as she could.“Hi! Come on in.”“Hello Blossom! It is good to see you again? How are the babies?”One of the iconic voices in music stepped into my home.“They are great, I’ll introduce you later. Paul!”I stepped forward and reached out a hand and was greeted with a hug by one of my music. Being in more comfortable surroundings right now, with my cock still in her mouth I walked her back to the sofa so she was more comfortable. She sat between my legs, below me, with my cock still in her mouth, I released one of her hands from mine and told her she now had a free hand to explore her aching pussy, which she immediately did, easily slipping her satin thong to one side.Holding one of her hands in mine on my hip, I used the other hand to reach behind her head, I ran my fingers.