We were being our usual affectionate selves, kissing and touching and laughing. Even when we were just watching the show, I would have my hand on her ...high. Her short dress had risen to well above her knee, showing plenty of leg and giving me plenty of thigh to play with. She didn’t know it, but we caught the attention of two guys in particular who watched us as much as they did the show. They had to be twenty years younger than Nancy, and I bet they were wishing that they were me. It was. The next logical step was to further diversify into the financial sector. Miles found a small brokerage company that had been swamped by the major players in the finance sector. He approached the owner with an offer. He would buy the company, along with its trading licence for an agreed sum. The sweetener was that he would bring to the brokerage an increase in business that would knock his socks off. What he in effect was doing was to buy a licence to trade. He made the choices of what stocks. I wish I could’ve seen more of the city,” Hailey responded closing her now empty suitcase.“That’s a shame. Can I ask you something Hailey?” Grace questioned.“Sure. What’s up?” Hailey said focusing more of her attention on the conversation.“I have a crush on someone, but I’m nervous. What should I do?” Grace inquired with a shield of trickery clouding her question.“Who’s the lucky guy?” Hailey asked sitting down on her bed and sarcastically putting her elbows on her knees and grabbing both sides. Mr Smith persisted. “Four hundred? Five hundred? A grand?”The suggestion took her breath away again. He’d be willing to pay one thousand pounds to penetrate her with the unyielding tool pushing up against her. It felt big, and not just because it was erect. She forced herself to think straight. She couldn’t. It was bad enough being paid 300 pounds for whatever this was. And Greg would be worried. She had to get back to Greg.“Tell me,” Mr Smith insisted. “How much would it cost me to fuck you?”.