He doesn't resist as I push him back onto his bed. Sliding next to him I pull his cock out through the fly of his jockeys, not an easy feat with his b...r of iron, but I managed. I got a good look at it for the first time. I didn't have a ruler with me but it was easily 9 inches and the thing that surprised me was the width. His cock was much wider than it was tall, making it a huge slab. It was as tall as the head of his dick, but the width was almost twice that wide. I could feel my juices. Every client that my firm had was valued and I wasn't about to let Denise Richards be exploited by this horny old man.Jack just smiled politely again, a wicked and devilish smile that I knew was him containing his rage at myself for telling him "no". "Well, we didn't actually make 'Wild Things' so I wasn't involved in the process. Perhaps you are right, we can just look at footage from that film and make our decision," he said.Jack focused his attention towards Denise, who this whole time had. One of my favorites and one that I often chat about with my friend ... per her privacy request I'm going to call her Heather ... revolves around what it could have been like had Dawn not passed away and she and Heather had gotten to have spent enough time together to have had the chance to have talked about some of their desires. They were both bi and Heather and I often chat about what it might have been like for the two of them to have gotten to "play" together ... and how wonderful it would. The agreement I've already accepted, but have yet to sign.Her chatter has ceased as we stare at the table together. She smiles."Would you like a drink? Before we get down to business?"I shake my head, my eyes fixed on the paper."Then shall we?"I nod, still tongue-tied. She indicates one of the chairs and invites me to sit."Please."I take my place, she turns off the music and takes her place opposite me. Business-like now, she picks up her copy of the agreement."So, David. You tell me you've.