“What happened to calling me Master Danny?” I smirked at her.She bent over at the waist and revealed her wet puffy pussy and pink little asshole t... me as she fished around for the plug. “I cried out Master during the throes of passion. You can’t hold me to that,” she grinned playfully.“You thought about me as your Master?” I asked her as I got dressed. I wiped off my dick with my underwear. Mandingo had watched the entire thing unfold. I smiled at him like we were in this together.“I didn’t. "I already got a blow torch and new forks won't help. Ben, I'd have to replace every damned component. The engine is shot, the frame is being held together with tin foil, and your engine processor can't play tic tac toe." He put a comforting hand on Ben's shoulder that the big biker shrugged off. "It'll run for now, but the first time you push it, it's gonna to blow up in you face." But—" The old guy had to be wrong. He had to."No buts, Ben. It's time to give that bike a rest. Send it on to. Her eyes were closed and her mouth sucked breath. Our bodies made a scuffing noise against the rug on the concrete floor, and soon it was the only sound. We both held our breath. ‘Yes.’ her voice came out a whisper, but I felt her entire body pulse as she took me all of the way in. ‘…yes.’ She squeezed her hips and angled herself to push her clit closer against my body, pushing and grunting without another word. I tried not to come, for no other reason than that I wanted to watch her. I wanted. Three cheers for Venture Finance Corporation.’ ‘And three cheers for McGregor Constructions,’ added Nick. Nick Zenaphon as CEO of McGregor Constructions and Stella as finance manager had been negotiating for months to get a capital loan to redevelop a prime city site the company had bought. They had thought that they would have to accept the money in small parcels from several investment companies, so for Venture to pick up the whole tab was an enormous relief. ‘There is a proviso,’ Nick.