I want to use it to print money for ourselves." We could do that, but we don't have the database, and the live feeds to make it run. Why don't you cal... Mike Wells, and see what he can do to help us out?" I'll call him tonight." We covered some more small talk, and then I hung up, and called Mike."Hey, Nick. What can I do for you?" I'm working on some new software, and I was wondering if it would be hard to receive the live market feeds like you do?" We have dedicated, and sometimes multiple. Her thoughts turned in another direction and she wondered if she was fooling herself, if she, a single queen among many could possibly bring about such radical change.She was, at the moment, most concerned with Linda. Linda had been her lover and friend and Cassi wanted more than anything else to see that she was not harmed from all this. Cassi was aware that their relationship could not continue as before. Perhaps it would be best if she simply broke it off altogether and gave her former lover. She sits as far as she can down on my cock and looks right at me, “you ready,” she asks.“Go for it, babe.” I say as I lean back and hold onto the couch. She starts out slow at first, lifting up and dropping down hard on my cock. Then she begins to pump harder and faster on top of me, my cock regaining strength inside her as I feel her walls press hard against me. Her moans growing louder and louder, her pussy squeezes my cock as I feel it throb inside her. “You like that you fucking stud, you. ’ But no way was he going to do that. This was an all white neighborhood, and he was a black man. What if the computer program Jerry raved about hadn’t worked? There was no answer to his ring. Feeling nervous but hopeful, Louis pushed open the door. ‘Mrs. Weston?’ he called out. ‘It’s Louis Field. Your husband Jerry asked me to come by…?’ Getting no response, Louis stepped in and closed the front door behind him. He was in the foyer of the large house. The computer was in the den, off to right.