Go ahead with your enquiries, please, see what we can get for as little as possible. Don't make us seem too eager, Trevor. Make the owner sweat a litt...e, so he will drop his asking price. Tell him it is not you who is enquiring, but someone who has the investment capital, but is in no rush to invest it!"Trevor waited until the next morning, then phoned from his office to Carson."Tom, I am phoning as Chairman of Metropolis Business Circle. As a member of our Circle, you are entitled to advice. Not at all bad. I smiled at Phil as I put the glass down. Apparently this is the same kind of wine that he and Anne always used to drink when they went out. Phil started talking about his job, and how he's been since I, (really meaning Anne) last saw him. I listened politely, bored out of my mind. When he asked me how my (once again, meaning Anne) job was, I told him that it was all right, though we'd had a few small problems. I didn't want to talk about that since that was one subject I knew. Then I got him on his feet and walked him into the living room. “I want you to sit down in here for a minute; I don’t want you hitting your head on one of the granite countertops. Let me get you a glass of water.”“No, seriously I’m okay man.”“Okay means never having to say “What happened?” Here drink some of this and just stay put for a minute will you?” I handed him a glass of cold water and went back to the kitchen. I finished putting the pizza together as he came back into the kitchen. “How. It was possibly the most agonizingly frustrating thing I'd ever felt. Her sweet nectar seeped through some of the metal casing and dappled my trapped manhood."Oh, god," she whined, removing her fingers from her sweet femininity once again. "I want to cum. Do you want me to cum?" Yes, Mistress," I gasped, overwhelmed by her dominance and beauty."Does being all locked up like this while I drip and moan in front of you make you horny?" Yes, Mistress. Very," I conceded.She placed her moist, elegant.