Cabby, I want to give you the night of your life!” She hops in the back seat. He looks in his mirror not sure what she has in mind. “Get out of th... car, and stand by my door,” she orders. He gets out of the car and turns to face her door. She is hanging out the window one arm swinging drunkenly. “Show me that cock of yours Cabby.”He pulls down his fly struggling to free his prick. She can see why his pants were stained, he wore no underwear. Her eyes went wide at the site of his erection. His. Do you need any help?“Help?” he asked, a bit unsure of what that meant.“No problem!” she smiled, without giving him time to respond or clarify he was asking a question, not confirming a desire for help, and before he realized what was happening she had reached for his shirt and was undoing each button. When she got to the last one without hesitation, but with a slow and deliberate gesture she continued on to his belt, undoing his pants button, and unzipping him.Then, she spun him around to face. He could design super menthat were stronger and smarter than everyone else. He just didn't knowhow to do anything with his work. It was the investors idea that theyinvent a fraternity, and alter the frat members so that when they wentout into the world, they were that much better equipped to succeed. Theywould get a return on the investment by simply taking a cut of what thehyper men earned.This is where a sick twist comes in.The investor was a sexual pervert and sadist. He was so wealthy that. I could then sell 'our' house which would fetch a good price, as it was in a desirable village and in good condition.I went to see the agents the next day to arrange a viewing. They phoned straight away and told me I could go around any time over the next four days. The auction was just over three weeks away.I decided to call around while I was walking the dog on Tuesday morning. I knocked and Sharon answered the door. She looked pale and drawn. "I'm Mr Jenkins," I said. "The agent rang you.