He had always considered himself to be an engineer. Now, he was Dexter the Entrepreneur: President of Legacy Coffee Machines. It was a strange thought...Despite the fact that his website was making money, he didn’t really view it as a business. He viewed it as a public service that was making enough money to support itself. He definitely hadn’t gone into it with the expectation of making money off of it.Although it was to be expected, he was almost as busy now as when he had been working full. The gentlemen, I learned, were both extremely wealthy European industrialists one French, the other Belgian and had met one another several years earlier during a previous visit to the resort. Although they maintained minimal contact with each other back home, as a result of the friendship they had developed while at the resort they had been mutually scheduling their periodic visits to Island Royale ever since. They asked me what I did for a living, I could not of course tell them I was a. ..One night when I was about 16 or so a strange thing happened. I ran out of smokes... that's not weird but if you're a smoker you know it sucks. So I walked up to the 7-11 to get a pack and was burning one outside when this guy pulls up on his motorcycle and runs in for some shit. He comes out a minute later and asks if I want to smoke a number. Sounded like fun so I said, cool, and hopped on the back.We tooled around the neighborhood for a bit and he pulls into one of those self serve carwash. ”Debora released Kyle’s dick from her mouth and added, “I think you will like it too Kyle, he does this little flexi thing after he rams it into you, it’s really nice.”“Damn Debby, now you have me wanting to find out even more,” Kyle complained as Tony laughed at the banter. He was more than happy to oblige Kyle, but there was no fun in telling him that.“Oh, I don’t know, I kinda like sticking my cock into this sweet cunnie here,” he said as he rammed his fingers further into Debora. She moaned.