Then I’m going to shoot a huge load in this pussy and watch it drip down your ass crack and onto the bed as you lay there breathless. Now shut the f...ck up and listen.” I moved my head closer and kissed the inside of her thigh. I inhaled and could smell her pussy already. It smelled of the day. A day of sitting in an office typing reports. A day of riding her bike to work and riding it back home. It wasn’t hot, but that little bit of exertion always led to a slight sweat. I always loved smelling. That is very typical of him, by the way, but it was much more pronounced on the days immediately following Quinlan's passing. He was then and remains to be a very private man. I will reveal as much of his doings as is prudent, but understand that always you (and I, to my frustration) will only learn as much as he wishes, not what fully transpired.As I have said earlier, I am not lacking in talents of persuasion (though some have referred to them as 'unholy nagging') and so I did eventually. He started oiling me and with strong and experienced hands drove my in an unbielievable relaxing feeling, that made me unable and unwilling to react when he removed the towel and starting massaging my butt.I felt so horny that when he proceededopening my cheeks, exposing both my holes leaving my totaly shaved pussy to his full view,i enjoyed so much the feeling instead of reacting by denial that i left with no shame a sigh of pleasure.My masseur got the message and started in the perfect pace. "Hello, gentlemen. My name is Alex Kramer. I happen to own a few businesses, including a drug company here in Chicago. This facility, by the way, is leased from Joseph Cranz. He and his son are partners in this particular venture." The reason I wanted you here was to find a few men that would start a new company for me. Your military background would assist you in rules of conduct and a good basis for starting a security company along the lines of Pinkerton's. I am looking to fill all types of.