Everybody was too busy, too - shall we say -generously proportioned, too old, too reticent around children. It wasnearly eight a.m. Jefford's would op...n at nine. What to do? What to do?The two executives sat in stony silence. The air was thick with tension.At that moment Jim Torrance's nephew Bob Richards was arriving at work atJeffords. I think you know Bob, or somebody like him. Medium, height,medium build - maybe a little thin, actually - medium brown hair, hazeleyes. The quintessential nice. The driver was shorter tan me and Hispanic with a goatee, guy one was very tall at least a foot taller than me and very black, he was shirtless and ripped, the other guy was white and about average build. They chuckled and rubbed their cock through their shorts as they walked over to me. “put your hands on your head and spread your legs bitch” the black guy growled, he had a southern or maybe Texas accent. I complied and the three of them circled me looking at me from head to toe. “this will. I went back down the short hallway to see what was going on. The room was empty, but there was two gals and a guy in the hallway, talking and looking into the room and pointing.I went back to the kitchen. My cock was very hard and I wanted to masturbate. I could almost feel the Masturbation Couch calling me. The girl with the skin-tight jeans came in the packed kitchen where I was leaning against a counter. In the tight quarters she passed by me on her way to get another drink. As she wedged. Chapter seven accompanied him as he walked through the lobby, his shoes squeaking on the polished floor. He listened to the squeaks and noticed the accompanying sharp clicking high heels beside him. She walked beside him now, just like she had stood beside him, worked beside him and finally failed beside him as the papers were signed and initialed and notarized, authenticated, registered, stamped, filed and whatever else that happens with this sort of thing. It was odd, he’d failed before… two.