"You're going to suck me and fuck me every day from now on." But why?" John asked."Because I like it, that's why," Jenny declared. "And we're business...partners, aren't we?" Well, sure we are," John agreed."Then it's okay," Jenny said. "Good-night," she said, leaning over to kiss his cock one more time."Good-night, Jenny," John said, reaching up to caress her pussy.The next morning John checked the hole in the closet when he woke up and saw that it was still dark in Jenny's room. Quietly. Someone was trying to rip off one of his pieces for a TV commercial. I haven't seen him in a long time. I didn't even know that he was married, much less that he had a daughter. My gosh. Please say hello for me." I turned to Stacie. "Morry Stewart is a composer and pianist. Classical music. He's very good and, I believe, very famous."Stacie grinned. "Rachel's a composer, too," she said. She was telling me all about her second symphony and how it's going to be premiered by the New York. Peter was furious that Nick Fury had hijacked his vacation. He just needed a break. All he wanted to do was have fun in france with his friends, and spend time with MJ.Right now he didnt care about the elementals attacking (Whatever they were). He didnt care about being a hero and wearing a suit. He just wanted to go be a kid.But it was clear he didnt have a choice. The secret agent bus driver pointed to a small building across the street."You go there" he said in his limited english and french. I finally got some relief for my arms after that, because I was quickly bent over the horse and my arms fastened to the other legs. As this was being done, my wife whispered in my ear that she knew all about my deep dark fantasy and had planned to make it a reality for me tonight as my birthday present, so she said I should go with the flow! It was pretty obvious to me I didn’t have much choice in the matter anyway. I decided to go with it for now, and my stiff dick would have calledme a liar.