Mr. Green now wants to sell it." How about three-hundred and forty thousand?" Before I write up an offer, let me talk to Mr. Green."She reaches in her...car, grabs her purse, retrieves her cell and then dials. I watch and wait. She advises Mr. Green of my offer, and then I watch her head move up and down as she answers, I assume questions from Mr. Green. What I do hear is."Yes, Mr. Green, it is the same purchaser who purchased your other Blackstone property."A few more nods and then she looks at. On another occasion as I staggered back from the toilet on my crutches, she met me in the passageway and placed her panties in my hand."Just getting ready for you bruv." she said huskily and helped me back to my seat, both of us grinning like Cheshire cats.It seemed to take forever to say our farewells at the end of the night, I kept catching glimpses of Jenny as she flitted around here and there, frequently our eyes met and she would smile or blow me a kiss discreetly.Finally though we were in. “You mean am I worried that they could be out there stroking their cocks, wanking over me, imagining touching and kissing me, fucking me, maybe coming on me or inside me?” I asked somewhat boldly.Francesca laughed. “Pretty much, yes. Does it?”“No. I’m doing this for me, my girlfriend and maybe a contract, not for them. If they want to think that, I’m cool with it.”“Fair enough, we all have our reasons for doing things,” stated Francesca. “Okay, more personal questions which will help me plan. She had been with many men. It was always value for value, except when she was young and not yet schooled in her worth to men. Even her night with James was a thank you of sorts. Jarrod, Ethan, what difference did it make? Seducing Ethan wouldn’t be easy. Jarrod would pay a lot for it, and extra with an ‘I’m sorry’ bonus to make amends for the slap. With luck, Jarrod might even become jealous of Ethan. Maybe she’d give Ethan a few extra ‘therapy sessions’ just to give Jarrod some food for.