It was an open credit stick with no SIN and no other data. Tossing it back to the Ork who had picked it up I told him what he had and the amount on it... but that it wouldn't help us any.We discussed several other possibilities but could come up with nothing concrete. There were a lot of 'ifs' 'maybes' and other wild guesses. I for one wanted to just wait.The next morning I jacked in and went to see Brannon. He should have something by now or I would have to go searching through the Lone Star. Then it is onto his brother’s balls. Rusty goes down lower to gently flick one with his mouth muscle—then the other. He takes one on his mouth, sucks lightly and then lets it fall. He replaces it with the other, repeating the action. This action is driving Aaron nuts, and he expresses it with a groan of pleasure. Smiling to himself, Rusty goes for broke, taking both into his mouth. They are borderline too big to fit, but they do fit. He lets his saliva soak them and pulls just enough to give. “Would you mind getting me out of this stinking suit and into the clean one?” I stood, but then wasn’t sure what to do. He lifted his feet and I grabbed the cuffs and pulled. By rolling from side to side we managed to get it from under his hips and ass and I pulled hard and it came off. Suddenly he was there naked before me. I was rendered immobile. I’d never seen anything more erotically beautiful. He sat still, looking at me looking at him. He wasn’t showing off, but he wasn’t shy. I guess. I’m glad to see your style hasn’t changed. Nicely fitted slacks and shirt, rolled up almost to your elbows as usual. I find myself wondering if you’re wearing that particular shirt on my birthday because I know I’ve complimented you for wearing it, or if it’s just a coincidence. It’s a bit of a stretch on my part, or is it? You’re holding a bag from my favorite bakery. I know that’s not a coincidence because it is very far out of the way from your new office. I don’t want to count chickens.