He doesn't know what you REALLY need and desire like Alan does. It's all VERY safe."Brenda was silent, but she was listening intently."Or, if you're l...cky, you could become one of Alan's many big-titted sluts. Life would be hard. Humiliation? Frequent. Nudity? Frequent too. Choking and bobbing on his big fat cock would be your lot in life, often in front of others. You'd basically be one of his sex toys, constantly fighting for his attention over all his other gorgeous women. Frankly, you might. “Excuse me!” Sean said, nearly choking on some water that he’d been drinking. “I thought I just heard you say, you were going to purchase my company.”“Yes, I did say that”“Sorry I have to inform you Whitten Inc. is not for sale, now or ever,” Sean replied coldly.“I think you are misjudging me,” Kirkwood answered cautiously. “I aim to merge the two companies. The reason I am offering stock instead of cash is that I can then choose you as my successor with little or no trouble from the board of. If you're still alive of course."He watched her swallow."But Tony..." She started."Tony's a fucking killer! Ok, he was never caught, but that just makes him more dangerous. Why do you think he was given the job as manager over there? He's as hard as shit, and breaks fingers for fun!"He leant back slightly, giving her room to breath."Girl, do you know what they'd do to you if they could hear us now?" I'd just tell them they're wrong. That I'm not a police informant!" Oh yeah, and they'd just. Buttocks clenched he performs a slow pirouette and gently slides off first the right welly, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move lets his braces fall down from his shoulders to dangle by his hips over his corduroy trousers. Grabbing both sides of his check shirt he rips it apart to reveal his tea stained vest underneath and with a final flourish he hurls his flat cap on to a pile of hay. “What the heck are you doing Mick?” says Paddy..