." he stopped talking, a growing look of puzzlement on his face. "Goddamnit," he spit out, "The thing that does the thing!" Which thing?" I asked inno...ently."The thing with the ... the ... the stuff!" he said. "The ... the stuff!!" Oh, that thing," I said. "Yeah, you can't remember that. You can't remember where it is, or how it works, or the last four or five crucial insights that let you take control of it." I paused. "You can't even remember what it does, exactly."I knelt down to look at. Even practicing architects find this type competition nerve-wracking and intimidating, but overall, I’d say that it won’t hurt you, um, other than your pride should you be ostracized for presenting an inferior product. On the plus side it should help you become well-practiced at presenting your pitch, improvising to meet unique challenges, and arguing your case with reason; all highly valuable, a combination that is often lacking in business today. And that’s if you don’t win; should you. When she reached the point in the story where she was astride one of the men, while the other dribbled saliva on her anus in preparation for a spot of double penetration, Emily fell silent.Cyn filled in the silence. “See, Emily, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She giggled. “Not like Robbie here. We both get so very horny reading your stories.”Emily turned away from the screen to look at us, her eyes immediately drawn to Cyn’s hand, fingers clasped around my stiff cock, tugging gently.“Aren’t you. Kingsley. I'd hate to have to start all over with someone new."Gordon and Jake both laughed at this.Elsa didn't smile. It was not in her nature. She did, however, pull an expensive camera from one of her apron pocket. "If it's not a violation of any copyright rules," she said, "may I take your picture with the children, Mr. G? I'm sure they would love having photographic proof of this encounter to share with their peers." Of course you may," Gordon replied, much to the delight of Delilah and.