Ryan came half running into the living room still half dressed in his old jeans and wool shirt. "You ask him?" He bent down kissed her forehead as his...hand reached down and tweaked her tiny hard nipple. It was as if I wasn't even here."I was just about too." She smiled up at her husband and then turned back to me. I began to wonder if I was going to be offered sex by my friend's wife. Would I accept? Or rather, should I try not to accept?"Ryan, there is this woman at work who I told her about. Yet he was the one who was sweating.“I’ve been in this business a lot longer than you, Geeta--” It was the third time the investigator had addressed her by her first name. If he hadn’t learned by now that this was not the custom, he would never learn.“Ms. Gudapati, if you don’t mind,” Geeta said, smiling sweetly. “First names are for friends, relatives, colleagues and respected peers. You’re none of these.”The investigator reddened and opened his mouth to answer. But instead he just took a deep. My tongue leapt from my mouth and encircled her nipple on right breast and with my right hand I reached up and supported her left breast, it was heavy, you could feel it was a few kilo's of flesh, it was firm and felt so good, I could get lost in her bosom for days. The skin was soft, the kind that young girls like my wife don't have yet, the kind that is softened with age, any of you who have been with an older women would know what I'm talking about. I now had a hand on each breast and was. "Forgive me, Major. Raul Sauter has an interest in the company. He has no investment." Johannes raised his eyebrows; Ferrol scribbled in his notebook. Schellen continued, "Sauter is my brother-in-law. When he married my sister, I gave him, as a wedding gift, a 15% interest in the company. He is the beneficial owner of the shares, but he cannot sell them or obligate them with loans. He cannot vote them. My intention was that, should his own affairs not prosper, there would be enough income there.