They strayed off into music talk. I knew something about music but I kept my mouth shut. I'd do my time and when I felt I was here long enough I'd go ...ome."You can have more," said Courtney."What?" I said. Was I in the conversation?"More cake. I'll get you some." I'll get it so you girls can keep talking," I offered."Okay!" Courtney smiled. She had a great smile. That was one thing she had going for her.The cake was all sliced already. I returned with another massive piece of cake. In just my. 'I don't know if you noticed, but I can be kinda kookie, and a little clumsy, and I say stupid things, especially when I'm nervous.'David smiled, nodding to one of her co-workers as they walked past. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'She rolled her eyes and smiled. 'Right.'He laughed. 'Seriously, you don't seem to me like the kind of girl who would, oh I don't know, say, fall off a toilet.'Her head snapped around to finally look at him - oh, that smile really was a panty dropper. 'I knew. She moaned in pain first and then the pleasure took over the pain as I kept adding more gel and fucked her in long strokes."You are tight and good Nasreen bitch, my slut." You are good too my bastard. My Indian cock."We kept talking back and forth. I fucked her slow long strokes, she pushed back and ground her ass against my pubic bone. Her ass swayed as she languidly pushed herself back and moaned. I had an urge to see her, play with her tits as I fucked her. I popped the cock out and turned. In ten years, I'd be larger than my old company, and able to pay myself whatever I wanted to make. People with my skills are quite rare, and much in demand." Spoken like a true elitist, Mr. Parsons. You derive your wealth and power by taking advantage of those who make it possible for you to have it." Spoken like a Bolshevik true believer, Grace. Capitalism rewards innovation, achievement, and success, while Socialism stifles the first two, and renders impossible the last. If you're looking for.