Just go for the royalties. We don’t have to make ALL of our products.”Dave commented, “Let’s see what we’ve got and then I think I need to c...ll a board meeting. This kind of decision may be above my pay grade to make alone.”Nikky reminded him, “You might want to involve your sexy friend at Bank of America – Wendy Hayden.”Dave asked, “How much of her money do we have left?”Nikky did a mock pout, “A little less than a quarter of a billion, but most of that is committed.”“I’ll ask Mark and Owen. One of my earliest memories was of an Aunt of mine putting a pair of pantyhose on me and telling me to go show my mom how pretty I was. I loved the feeling of the nylon on my legs, and instantly fell in love with feeling pretty. I showed my mom, and she did say that I was pretty, but that was just humoring a three year old. I was hooked on the experience!For years, off and on, I would get a pair of my mom's hose and wear them. It wasn't until I was nine or ten that I discovered the thrill of. Her pussy was so tight I found it hard to belive she could even pee. She grunted and pushed down a little more and my cock hit a wall. She gasped and stopped."Honey.." I started to say and she shot me a dont even say it look.She started taking deep breaths her chest was heaving up and down. Then with no warning she took a really big breath, held it and slammed down.For a second I thought my cock WAS going to snap in two but it broke thru and plunged into her fiery hot insanely tight pussy. She. Finally, I called my partner in crime, Dave and did not ask to be out; I just told him to not expect me to be, in even though we were expecting possible future clients to come in to tour our operation. Frankly, I didn’t give a rats-ass about the business at that second. Janet and Michelle were way, way more important to me at that moment that even the business. Had Dave given me any gruff and offered to buy me out for $1.25 he would have had a sale. At last Friday was here. The limo showed up.