His middle digit went to the crack in my ass, working its way toward my asshole."No asshole except out of town, Paul." He nodded, backed off with that...finger, then stood up to remove the rest of his clothing. The coffee remained to get cold as his cock pointed the way into the bedroom. Just as Michael indicated in his first chapter, Paul's vote was for my mouth, and he pushed me onto my back. My mouth opened to accept the dick he presented; then he proceeded to simply fuck my face, not caring. "Ike!" she whispered fiercely, "how can you talk to me like that... I'm your wife... not some chick!!!"Ike was really beginning to embarrass her. Not only was he doing nothing to cover up his usually surly attitude for the sake of her family, but he seemed to be more rambunctious than usual! The way he was gulping his wine was making her very nervous, because she knew that he just couldn't handle liquor, although he was one of those men who thought he could take any amount! He was already. Um ... Okay. W-we’ll do that.”“Anything else I can do for you?”“Uh, no. That’s it.”Already printed? I was entirely screwed now. But ... he hadn’t said anything. Maybe they hadn’t looked at the shots. Maybe they just processed the film without really checking the content. Surely they ran hundreds of rolls a day. Why would they sit there and look at the pictures?I was definitely going to be a part of the trip into town to pick up the photos. With luck, I’d get to go through them first and. But all it takes to keep customers interested, and pull in new blood, is tweaking the additives. Additives the public pharma industry already kindly research and develop for us. All we've needed is somebody on the inside to send us the latest processes and patents the companies insist on guarding so carefully, and this more than pays for itself. We don't need to do R&D ourselves, as long as we have plenty of their recipes to work with." I see." the man in the shadows said, before coughing.