I did keep it well within the lines of standard broker fees.”“That’s your money. I gave it to you.”“No, it’s your money.”“Sorry. You g...t that wrong. I gave it to you to win or lose.”“Well, I’ve been treating it like it was your money.”“That was nice of you. I hope that it distracted you from your other problems.”“That’s the amazing thing. It did.”“Good.”“When you walked out of here after dropping that money on my desk, I wanted to kill you. First there was that whole bit about getting my legs. ’ ‘You know the deal,’ she replied. ‘This is for Jodi. But you can touch my legs if you wish–nothing else!’ So she came over and sat on the couch on the other side of him while he caressed and fondled her sexy legs. She was wearing a tight pair of booty shorts and had bare but smooth legs and a pair of black heels. While he was occupied with her legs, I sat back down and started to occupy myself with the growing bulge in his sweatpants. I gently squeezed his bulge, then stroked it while his. She looked up at her husband."Oh you bastard! You stupid bas... They've; they've..." She couldn'teven begin to explain to him the servicing she'd had.The Mask was untying her wrists, his hairy torso almost as black as hiscolleagues, the sweat now dried and caked on him. He examined her seeping asshole with his fingers."Yep that should do it, "he said knowingly. The Boss was stroking his cock again, climbing onto the bed."I've already spunked up her pussy," he explained to the pathetic. ..Then it really hit home. Mark and Martin should get married first, not Martin and Kelly or Mark and Belle. They might be bi instead of gay, but the two guys really were each other's main squeeze and that was worthy of marriage, albeit an unconventional one. It was a good thing that the Federal courts were tossing out the "one man, one woman" bullshit with yesterday's trash. I had to confront my own prejudices, but I was firmly decided upon this, though it was clear that the two guys had been.