The only talent I brought to the table that he couldn’t match was my ability to invade people’s minds. Or could he? That might explain why he was ...appy to work for me. I could have checked by invading his mind. Right now would be a good time, while we were lying skin to skin. But two things stopped me. The first was my moral code. I used my ability as sparingly as possible because I wouldn’t have liked it if other people were poking around inside my own mind, and I was especially reluctant to. I want top producers on my team. If you're not a top producer, I have no use for you." 'Top producer'?" Jessica whispers into my ear. "Where have I heard that term before?"I think about this for a second, and then I have to restrain myself from slapping my forehead in disbelief."The fucking ERA real estate ads," I reply. "What do you want to bet Nick just went through them for his new house?" Top producers," Nick says again, this time louder for added emphasis, as if we haven't heard the stupid. I opened my mouth and slid it along his cock, bobbing my head gently back and forth. As I gained in confidence, I took him deeper until my nose nestled in his pubes and my tongue lapped at his balls. His balls were swollen and obviously full to the brim of hot cum... and I planned to milk them completely! He groaned as I deep-throated him and gently humped his hips against my face. I continued bobbing my head, listening to his moans and groans as his salty pre-cum coated my tongue.This was. The old oaks and ancient yews around the estate seemed to stir like dismal, sleeping things. Megan looked at Miles. “Have you seen your sister's lights?” she said. But Miles was busy building a castle out of blocks and didn’t answer. Megan set him on his feet and ushered him up the stairs after Flora. She was about to follow when Peter came in, carrying an open book.“Are the children in bed?” he said, reading.“I just sent them up.” “If you see Mrs. Rhoslyn upstairs tell her I want to talk to.