“You’re... you are quite swollen around here aren’t you?” Claire looked down. “Yes,” she told him. “I’ve taken quite a pounding from ...arl’s cock.” “I bet you feel the difference between me and him, don’t you?” “Yes, you could say that.” “I’m... I’m very happy for you.” Claire thought about telling him. “Can I kiss you?” he asked her staring at her pussy. “Of course you can.” Neil planted a couple of kisses on her flesh. “You smell lovely down here,” he told her. Claire smiled and ran. The fight was almost tied, he would punch one or two dudes but would be hit back by several of the others and it went on and on. I dropped the package in my hand on the ground and jumped into the fight. I wanted to knock out a couple as fast as possible and figured Oliver could take the other five. I kicked a dude in the knee cap, dropped him, landed an uppercut on the other, but before I could figure out anything I was surrounded by the two dudes I struck and a third fellow who all were. To him she sounded happy that he called. Steve told her he enjoyed golfing with her on Sunday and asked her if she would like to go out to dinner with him this Friday or Saturday.“I would like to go out to dinner with you but I can’t. They have booked me into a ten day book tour promoting my new book which has just been published. Maybe we can do dinner when I get back, please call me then.”There was a little more conversation as to where this tour was going to take Doris before the phone call. If I’m lucky, I’ll be dead first.Angel told me, back in November when I was trying to get a feel for what her business was all about, the objective was never to sell sex to an old fart. It was to sell the idea that sex wasn’t beyond the realm possibility. And to make him pay for the dream rather than a reality.It’s not as easy as it sounds.Selling the dreamI met Mr. Reinholdt in the hotel lobby and he introduced himself as Jon Rentz. Not very imaginative but then, look at the name I’m using..