It is an enchanting and handsome pageant indeed!While Ragnhild marches and promenades her way into the pint-sized, gygmy, and private inlet room, flin...ging and thumping shut the door behind her, I Stian myself, with my car stopped and stationed a few yards away from her house, toss and launch my door open, sliding and dropping out to the dimming and withering out sunlight. While I toddle and plod on toward her house, I notice the room on the third floor blaze and brighten up with luster and. I undid his belt, then the button, and finally his zipper, and pulled his jeans and boxers off in one movement. I left his socks on, something Rachel would never tolerate. His cock was beautiful, rock-hard, bobbing gently against his flat stomach. I spread his knees and crawled back up between his legs until I was at his balls. They were perfectly shaved, and I carefully sucked one into my mouth. "Oh, my God!" he groaned. I looked up. "You keep those arms up," I warned, then began licking his. Mistress Red laughed as she told the company lawyers of his demands.In the end, it was all worked out. The company’s dirty linen would never be aired publicly. The Market would remain steady, and the girls were assured of a bright future with a now once again viable company. Eric and Larry were put on notice to round up all their toys and assure Mistress Red they were all accounted for.Eric and Larry protested, after all, it had been 5 long years ago when they were just seniors in high school. I was going to miss the first part anyway now. I was supposed to have caught the earlier train which would have left me plenty of time. I picked up my bag and made my way into the carriage. I flopped down on the nearest available seat still breathing heavily. Looking round I found I was sitting opposite a slightly older woman who glanced at me before going back to a sheaf of papers that she held, almost protectively, in front of her. I turned and glanced down the rest of the carriage. It was.