“What we’re about to reveal is what you signed the non-disclosure agreement for,” Mr. Luu said, and I felt my pulse quicken. They waited for me ...o nod before moving on.“What do you know about the work your father did to earn a living?” Mr. Lancel asked.I thought back on what little I knew. If he could afford lawyers like these, he seemed to be wealthy and was rarely ever around. That about summed it up. “Not a lot,” I admitted. “I think he traveled a fair bit and made good money, but that’s. Rick came in here one day and saw you sitting here and me talking to you. He told me later that he felt sorry for you and when I asked him why he told me.”“What I can’t understand is why if everyone knows no one bothered to clue me in.”“Don’t know. Could be for any number of reasons.”“Name a few.”“In this day and age there are what are called open marriages; there are couples who swing with others and guys who get off on their wives doing it with other men. There some who like you too much to. It was late afternoon. Except for Randy and Greg, the others had stayed to play for a few hours, enjoying the park as guests of the old woman. After all, as she explained, they were helping her with advertising photos. Consequently, they were all pretty tired. "I think I'm going to get some sleep." He stood and, purely from reflex, stretched. His large bustline was well displayed, even through the coat."Want some company?" one of the guys asked with a wicked grin.Brandon started to frown, and. "I love watching you feeling them up and caressing them with your hands," I offered. We both blushed a little. "I'd like to see you put your hand down your pants," I uttered brazenly.A familiar sly smile appeared across her face as she teasingly slid one hand in between her legs and out of sight as she played with her perfect boobs with the other hand. Switching tactics, I closed my legs and spread hers open, while I wedged my legs between hers. I was fixated on watching her hand manipulate her.