I just couldn’t admit that to a guy I had just blown. I’m straight. I’m supposed to be straight.“It’s all good.” He had a comforting tone ...n his voice that made me ease up. “It’s all good.” I was still lounging on the table, and felt like this cigarette wasn’t long enough. I was trying to process what just happened. I blew a guy. I made a guy cum. In my mouth. What does that mean? And why the fuck am I hard?At this point, my dick was throbbing so hard that it seemed to be draining the energy. “Love that outfit baby; I’m a sucker for thigh high boots like that!”She smiled at him and said, “I wanted to make sure I looked good for you, I remember you told me how much you like women in high heels and boots.”“You look great baby, very very sexy!” he said.“Well, you’re not too bad yourself” she replied teasingly, as she looked him over, smiling, “your wife should pay more attention to you.”“Who?” Paul said with a laugh, “She’s off doing what she wants and I’m here, doing what I want, and. Actually, in some ways it was a bit of a relief – I didn't feel quite as angry, now, as I had when I first walked in on him and Niusha cavorting on his bed, but I still had a few things I needed to say to him and they would probably not be helpful in terms of resolving our corporate issues. So Gareth and I sat and did the business, corralling figures into vaguely respectable projections, rehearsing our various contractual points, generally agreeing that the only way to approach the argument was. " Yeah? What about it?" Well, it gets kinda hazy," Olan said, scratching his head as he tried to make out his notes in the thin light of the moon, "but it seems there was some hotshot computer whiz on board and he was carrying some plans or something. Anyway, the guy and his plans were destroyed. According to Lansky, there was only one other copy and Oleander can't find it. That's why he's holding that scientist or whatever he is and his daughter. He's been trying for a couple of years to.