”I finished my drink and noticed that Carla had emptied the little bit she had in her glass. “Mind if I pour myself a little more,” I asked. “...our me more,” Anna said, holding up her glass. “Let's celebrate.”“Me, too,” Carla said. “Are you sure?” I saw that her glass was empty.“Yes. I want more.” She scowled slightly in fake annoyance, then smiled.I took her glass and poured a little more and saw her watching. “More...a little more than that,” she said.“Okay,” I said and half filled her glass,. " Maybe not but your competitors give their clients the feeling that they have more flexibility." Uh, huhh, OK," said Clegg warily. "Mm, well we ought to be taking account of the competition." Oh, yes. I think we can assume that if we're doing things right they will respond in some way. For now though I'm mainly interested in doing things our customers want that the competition aren't doing or that the competition is doing better than us. That's why I thought about the auctions." Hang on," said. “I’m… I’m glad, sweetheart. I loved making you happy like that.”Stacey’s hand was lightly rubbing his stomach, in ever-widening circles, going lower and lower. His cock knew what was happening, and it twitched in anticipation. At last, she reached his stiff manhood and gripped it tightly. “I still owe you an orgasm, Daddy.” She looked up at his face, and kissed him tenderly, as she stroked him up and down. Mike just laid back and kissed her deeply, massaging her back with one hand and squeezing. I told Brooke that! I knew the night you looked at my pussy at the pool. I knew it was only a matter of time. I saw how you looked at me and I knew you wanted me. But it would be on our terms. You see she's been our slave for months. We already owned her the night at the pool. She was already hooked. Our little slut." Cheryl looked over at Brooke who was moving her pussy back to meet Ron's thrusts.I stopped too and looked over at Brooke whose eyes were tightly closed as she moaned with each of.