My instal response was I cant as I am married, after her pleading she also said she'd do anything for me. This got me thinking as there was a lot I wa...ted to do with my wife but she wasn't up for it, here was a young lady who was willing to do anything. I started off by explaining that if we did anything she'd have to do what I want and when, that meant anything, she agreed far easier than I thought she would. I tested the theory by getting her to suck my cock, with some instruction it wasn't. ‘Megan, you need to stay awake.’ Max ordered. Her eyes flashed open, looked at him for only half a second, then drifted shut. ‘You are not going to die on me. Do you hear me?’ ‘Megan, please.’ She was starting to look very pale, and her breathing was shallow and ragged. She had lost a lot of blood it seemed, his shirt was soaked thoroughly. ‘You have a boy to take care of, you can’t just leave him.’ ‘Or me.’ He thought, but didn’t say aloud. ‘Christian and Jordan need you.’ Max didn’t know why. "Yeah, actually I go to gym.", he encapsulated. Now, Liva was rubbing her face constantly on Mark's chest. Her eyes were also closed because of pleasure. She stretched her hands and put them around Mark's upper body. In next 2 minutes she did everything with Mark's naked chest what she was able to gain pleasure. "Now its my turn.....", he said lightly and his hands flew towards Liva's shirt. "That's going to be fun....!", she said and closed her eyes. Mark's hands skillfully unbuttoned her. Leave me alone, I'm telling a story, here) KNOWS he can flash the cash to ride one out of here. But first, he has to... you guessed it... check with the wife.Those guys are my niche market. I can't sell them a motorcycle, that's not my job. I'm conspicuously placed to be a face (and body) of the shop. But not to be anywhere in between the prey (customer) and the stalking predators of our sales staff. I wouldn't be able to answer the questions our wrench-headed salesboys get asked. My unique.