.. I want to win." I, uh... don't know what you're talking about." I shifted in my seat, looking away from her."Look at me, Will. It's very simple. I ...eep you horny, and I win the game. So the question becomes, how do I keep you on the edge until we're done?" She scooted closer, her hand now on my leg. "I think I have an idea." Before I could react, her hand was now working the zipper on my pants, and diving into them. I was stunned, I couldn't react, I couldn't speak... but apparently, I could. What was unusual was that there was a huge table behind them. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Graham started, “this will not be the usual speech, tonight I am announcing my retirement.”Graham paused there to let everyone absorb what he had just said. “What is going to happen to the business I hear you ask? Well, in my hand I have 2 envelopes, one is an offer from a conglomerate who want to eliminate their opposition closing down my hard earned company, and the other envelope contains my desired option. John, Shirley, and I would like to come over."I said, "That's fine, Bryan. Shirley and John will be subject to the rules. Are they on board with that?" Yeah, Eth. She knows all the rules. We talked about them. John knows, too." Okay. Come on over. I'm getting a blow job in the den. The rest of the crowd is in the pool. Just strip when you come in the door. See you."I put the phone to one side and let my body relax into the blow job that Edwina was giving me. She was swallowing my cock with. The minister was a droner, the congregation looked like it had an average age of eighty, and nobody -- old, young or middle-aged -- approached me after the service with an invitation to Sunday dinner.Concluding that Rollie Perkins was delusional, I had an early dinner, alone, at a Cracker Barrel just outside of town.“Give it time,” Rollie told me in the dugout during that afternoon’s game with Charlotte. “I never claimed you’d hit it every time. It’s just like being a hitter, Marty – three out.