“So, what do you do for a living, Scott?”She had to already know. There wasn’t a chance in hell that they didn’t do a background check on me a...ter I won the bids. They wouldn’t risk her potentially spending time with a lunatic. I guessed that she wanted an opening to talk about me instead of herself.“I own a brokerage house. We help people with their investments.”“Are you local?”“Pretty much. Right off 21st street and 12th avenue.”“Is it a one-man operation?”I didn’t want to come across as a. We were quite shocked because he was only 53 and she was 45. So we arranged to go over, about 30 miles from where we lived, after the funeral and make sure she was ok.Ten day later we travelled over to where Maggie lived. She welcomed us with open arms, as she hadn't seen us for some time. She was now living on her own as her k**s had married and moved away. She told us all about her husband's illness and how she now feels at a loss and doesn't know what to do with herself.Donna asked me to go. I closed my eyes, but I could imagine the look on his face; a mix of lust and reverance."You're going to make me come," he said in a strained breath.I felt myself gagging and drew back, recovering only when his cock had left my lips. "Do it," I whispered, looking up at him. I moved forward, engulfing his cock and he tensed, pushing hard until my body spasmed as I gagged. "Oh fuck that's nice," he gasped. "I'm going to come right down your throat if you keep it up." I drew back again,. "Thanks," I got some shopping to do." Chris said in a higher pitch voiceas he left the store and noticed a sale on skirts and dresses in theboutique next door. "The boss did say buy something nice on the companypay roll. A girl has to look her best at work."Chris soon stood before a mirror in a blue business suit with a pleadedskirt and matching pumps. He told the sales girl to give the suit andtie he had on to charity before leaving. "I don't know what I wasthinking going out of the house.