"Easy tiger, this is a delicate operation." Delicate my ass and going to get there and star painting them, no bs."I did finish on time while my beauti...ul partner rushed to the table, she just look so good, sitting next to me with 3 nail polishers and a little napkin. "Which one?" She showed me the three of them. I chose this very dark red and in no time my 10 finger nails were done."Voila, now the wig and we are ready almost to go, I have to put my boots and you have to do the same."She. The front one slipped in easily, but even though it hit right on target, my ass was not prepared for the other one. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until it was completely inside me. With no preparation, I grimaced as it entered me, but she just laughed. She climbed on in front of me and we all took off. I swear she hit every pothole, speed bump, gravel road and train track in a twenty-mile radius. As I bounced up and down on the dildos, I came four times and needless to. They were a team that traded in derivatives and last year had been purple for them. Their bonuses totaled just over 13 million pounds, with Big Tim, the team leader accounting for 6 million himself. They were known as the Supercar Set; they all had at least one and were known throughout the City for doing the biggest and best deals. John and Marcus were joint number two to Tim in the team, with Jack as the junior. They dealt hard and partied harder, always as a team. Big Tim was always the one. ”“Bye.”“Bye,” answered Ed even as she hung up the phone. He stood there for a moment trying to decide what to do. Happy that she had called, it only made him miss her more.Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he decided that it was time for him to get cleaned up and try to look a little nicer for her. First stop, the barbershop for a haircut and a shave. Second stop, a clothing store to get a nice pair of pants and a shirt. Grabbing the keys, he headed out of the house. John was outside.