I had been dressing for Bill alot in mine and his apartment but I had this erge to go out clubbing dressed I had asked Bill several times but it seeme... he enjoyed just what we were doing in our apartments but I needed more so I decided to do it without him, I made up my mind that at thirty three I was going to do it. I got myself dressed in a short black dress, a siliconed filled bra that jiggled some as I walked and three inch heels putting on a little make up and a good coat of red lipstick. "Sam groaned. "I should have known sex would come into this salesomeplace." It's part of the salesmanship," I told him.Mike Mitchell, one of the other reps broke in, "I heard that Dirty Danfired that new guy over at American." Where did you hear that?" we all asked at once."Their Service Manager told me last night. He and I go way back. We grewup together. He's dating my sister." Great," I muttered. "Now I'll have to scope out their new rep. Maybethey'll hire a girl this time." Dirty Dan?" Sam. Finally, we came to a small clearing in the forest. Master pulled me forward, over under a tree branch, were a rope already hung, ready for me. He tied me to the rope by connecting the protruding end of the rope used to gag me to the rope hanging down from the branch. It was a quite tight bind-up, so I almost had to stand on my toes in order not to get strangled. Spit was oozing down my chin and chest at this time, with my painfully hard cock joining the fun with an amble amount of pre-cum. They don’t invest in or even operate a Burger King, but foreigners aren’t allowed to start or own businesses and so they ‘sponsor’ it by signing for co-ownership. For this they get a kickback while someone else takes all the risks and does all the work. Saudis love being a sponsor. They also love owning land and real estate, even though I’ll eat my hat if there are more than ten Saudi men alive today who can lay a row of bricks to any kind of satisfactory standard, or install a toilet the way.