Masters sat in his big padded leather swivel chair at his big polished walnut desk. A clipboard lay in his lap, and he looked over the pages, studying...the applications and reports. He would consign most of them to the staff, but a few he would personally check out. Like this one, he thought, looking at one of the applications. Hmm, Shellie Wright, twenty-four years of age, married, auburn hair, green eyes, five foot six, hundred and twenty-five; husband found to be sterile; wants a baby, not by. He leaned further,sniffed and said "That pussy smells really good". Then his wrinkled, podgy, hand slid between her legs and he started to stroke and explore Elaine's sex.I sat on a chair and took a big hit of vodka. I could not believe how the day was working out and it seemed kind of surreal to be watching two strangers performing sex acts on Elaine in our own lounge. All I knew was that it was mind blowingly exciting and I knew I was not going to call a halt. Dimitri suddenly sat up, got to. She looked like a Hitchcock blonde, hair and make-up immaculate, a coolintelligence shining in her ice blue eyes. Sighing happily, I placed thephoto back in my jacket pocket as the pretty receptionist motioned meover."Ms Morgan is ready for you, now," she said.Getting up, I walked over to the door next to her desk and entered theinner sanctum, wondering how they could afford such opulent offices whenthey charged next to nothing for their services."Ah, Mr Landry," said Ms Morgan, rising from. Still, there's a definite need for someone who can grow vegetables in controlled circumstances through the winter."Sandy considered that, but wasn't quite done. "My father could lead men," she insisted.Monique shrugged, unimpressed. "There's a vast difference between ordering people around and motivating strangers to place their lives in your hands. I'm not sure he would be very productive in the current situation. Without money, there's no financial incentive to motivate people anymore. It's.