. my mouth still working its magic on your balls... i feel them tighting up as i stroke you hard and tight... your straining more and more now... unab...e to break free... your hips raise to meet every stroke of my hand... your body shaking as you approach the brink... i raise up. My mouth and my hands gone... your shocked eyes upon me as I whisper not yet... I move along side you to whisper in your ear... do you want to taste your prize I ask... your words almost a hiss as you tell me yesssss.... One day her company were handed details on a big property out on the coast which was potentially lucrative given its market value. It belonged to a man which the company didn't know too much apart from his name & contact details. As long as he provided the documentary evidence confirming his ownership, the company wasn't too worried about the owner's history. All she knew about the property & its owner apart from the aforementioned details was that he inherited it from his mother who previously. Benny had spent two days in the library cursing the absence of Google while researching how to do what was required. Tim had talked to owners of other small companies to find out what they had done. Benny was the thinker of the pair. His contribution to the partnership was planning and organizing. Tim was the salesman. He wasn’t a snake oil salesman, but his enthusiasm for what he was doing managed to get people on his side. He wasn’t selling a product or that they would be successful; he was. $25 for half day and $50 for all day."Amy looked at the little man from behind her shaded lenses. He seemed innocuous enough and she was pretty good at reading people after her years in captivity. His English seemed passable if not grammatical and he looked like he had taken a shower that morning."Are you married, Diego?" Married? Did you say married, Senora? No, Diego not married. But he is good worker."She liked the way he talked about himself in the third person. It made him seem like a.