Her air of confidence seemed to have returned. On entering the taxi she just said to the driver, "Caesar's."Matt complimented her on her appearance an... there was a little smile on her face when he did.At Caesar's she guided him to an exclusive restaurant where there was a line of people waiting. She walked up to the man at the small podium and said some magic words because they were immediately shown to a table. Drink orders were placed and the menu was studied. When the drinks arrived they. He left her to stew, she complained bitterly, he returned and fitted that blessed gag once more and the gnome still smiled. She heard the television the bastard was watching rugby. Miserable now her head on the table edge, her neck tired, her eyes closed sick of the sight of that gearing gnome, her feet felt dead, her tis flat and her sex lips still throbbed. She heard him coming, half time, on went the kettle once more, then the cups were washed, and fresh coffee delivered all without a word.. It felt so good to have this old guy fucking my ass as I got to suck on a young guys cock. It had been too long since I last had the chance for this sort of fun.After several minutes Darren asked for a turn to fuck me, so as he got comfortable on the sofa I sat astride his lap facing him and slowly lowered my now gaping ass down on his thick hard cock, his flared head popped as it entered my ass and I easily slid down his short but rock hard shaft, the thick base stretching me more than even. The contract can state that I am buying the house, not you, and you are just my front man for the sale because I don’t want the notoriety of being a wealthy woman. The IRS knows that I am a wealthy woman and I will tell them I paid for the mansion out of the funds that I transferred here from Switzerland.“Elsa, I agree that the IRS is not likely to read a small George Town newspaper. However, someone may point the article out to the IRS. Call me paranoid if you will, but I will feel better with.