Those cakes aren't all going to sell in a week's time. Some will sell out in a few days, but a lot of them will take a lot longer than that. What does...the driver make on each cake sold?" My wife said she figured a dime per item for distribution expense, so two forty a box. Your drivers only make five dollars on thirty five dollars in sales." Fifteen percent, and you're saying the commish on your product is twenty five percent?" That's what my wife says, and she knows all the numbers better than. “Good. So, pack for us. We’re flying this afternoon so we need to be at Heathrow for about 5.” “Where are we going?” “Wait and see.” She took my near-empty cup from me, placed it on the bedside table and patted her pussy. “Say thank you nicely.” I did. Dubai isn’t my first choice for a holiday but Babs had chosen wisely. It wasn’t too long a journey, the weather was pretty well perfect and the hotel was amazing. It was right on a long, white-sand beach with great restaurants and bars and even. The girls weren?t gagged or cuffed as they so often had been, and could actually sit up with their backs against the cold metal cage. They talked for a while about things that had been on their mind. Jamie was concerned she may just be kicked out of school for the stunt she had pulled at the last half-time show and the two enjoyed sharing each other?s problems until it was time to sleep. There was not enough room to lie flat, and as they had often been tied together at night, it seemed logical. He looked up towards Jillian and I as we passed, heading around the other side to the lingerie area. He smiled, even waved at Jillian, as she returned the wave calling out. "Samantha?" Stock room," he continued to smile pointing off in that direction. "She'll be pleased to see you I'm sure," he grinned even more broadly. To which Jillian responded under her breath, well out of range of his hearing her."Yeah, so are you ... I'm sure," she said."What was all that about?" I asked only once we were.