He could see no strong argument against using it. Who would lose out? Other gamblers? Other investors? The bookies? Donnie decided that all of them pl...yed the odds and knew what the risks were. In his case, the risks could be reduced to zero, but he believed that wasn't dishonest.With his conscience clear, Donnie analysed what he had jotted down in the notebook. The date on the newspaper Beira had shown him was still nine and a half months away, but there was something that Donnie could use his. ”She said, “Hey, don’t worry, Jason, your secret is safe with me, and if Bryan had to go looking for a friendly mouth, then it might as well be yours. You can suck anything you want on my husband all you want, at least until I’m feeling like sex again. I just don’t want him thinking that I’ll want to suck his balls and ass. Hell, you can even come over here to take care of Bryan, so Emily will be less likely to find out, and I’ll want to watch when I can.”Emily was getting a little suspicious. " As for her she felt as though a lamp post was shoved up her and although he helped her, it was awkward but finally she could manage. He said goodbye and departed with "Till tomorrow then". It was later that morning before she fronted for work. She was lucky only two of the developers knew what she had done and all they did was smirk and the one comment that nearly made her quit was "How is your bum?"Bill had just ordered when she entered. He gave a gasp of surprise for she was dressed as. She secretly envied the girls who had the larger, softer, Mons than her own. She heard the boys talk about the girls who had a "fat" pussy, and how soft they were. Nobody, though, had ever complained about her. Most had told their friends about what a good fuck she was, so she MUST be doing something right. They would have been surprised, and probably shocked, to know that her best lover shared her bed EVERY NIGHT!!! NONE of them were half as good to her as Bruce. He could turn her into a.