His creations have literally shoved us ahead of our enemies, as well as theirs’.“We think that a ... how shall I say it ... strategic merger of yo...r two families would quell any distrust on the part of our Israeli partners and give us a bit of leg up with Mr. Bergendorf’s developing technologies...”I had heard plenty, but not enough.“Mr. Younger, why would you put me through such a dog and pony show as I experienced last night and this morning, without talking it over with me first?” The answer. And then we mooched out, and I headed off for my cleaning job. As I walked through the park, I heard a voice call my name, which doesn’t happen that often to me. I looked over and there was Mrs Price, sitting on a bench. I went over and said Good Afternoon, all polite. She told me to sit down. She asked me what I thought about the script, now. Would I really have liked to make it? Without thinking, I said I would. She asked me why, and I talked to her about the shots, about the framing, about. He wanted me to be ready with something particularly slutty. I being the ever obedient sissy slut agreed and looked forward to seeing my two favourite cocks again that evening. When I got home I was straight to my room, out of my nasty boy clothes and laid out some possible outfits for the night. I had recently procured a a nice ensemble of lace black bra with a black thong with a pink satin design in the middle that felt exquisite on my cock. I complimented that with some black lace suspenders. The guys clap and make wolf whistles at the sight, and Duke plants light kisses upon each nipple in turn. He reaches under Stacy's skirt next, and she knows what's coming. "No, please, don't--!" she cries, but Duke pulls her panties down to the ankles of her sleek, black come-fuck-me boots. Stacy begins to cry again, humiliated at the cat-calls calling her a "hot slut" and other things...and then Duke drops his pants, revealing a hardened white cock at least 8 inches long! Stacy starts to.