" I am playing the role of your 'representative from the O'Neal Group'. They will infer a law firm. You will never say that exactly, though that is pr...ecisely what you are implying. Explain to me the situation and put them on the phone. I will come down on them like a load of bricks." Damn, boss, you play hardball. I'm glad you're on our team." Kim grinned."Like I said yesterday, nobody fucks with my girls but me. No exceptions, ever." He mock glared, "Now, put on the war paint and hit the. Aren wore a miniskirt-length hem black dress with a plunging neckline andblack lace sleeves. She was wearing black high-heeled pumps which thereal Aren's memories allowed her to comfortably wear and walk around in.Her blond hair was styled in an attractive side plait with some darkeyeshadow and ruby red lips.Grace was in a black pantsuit, with a white top underneath which showedoff plenty of skin. High-heeled boots which reached up to her ankles.They were black with a dark heel and a scarlet. .. so I was worried about other things ... the closer the storm got ... Yikes! The wind went from dead ahead to dead astern ... I was no longer steering into the wind... Flint was pushed into the storm wall. The waterspouts (tornados) were lashing back and forth like a passel of rattlers in a snake-ball and two of the three were directly in front of us. Water twisters slinging hips like belly-dancers and one slung right, the other slung left and we sailed between and it was raining like. We decided to get a good night of sleep so we'd be ready to experience the place more thoroughly in the morning. I don't think I slept really well though. My head was filled with all sorts of fanciful dreams about new cocks and cum and fresh pussies and tits.I think Jack had a better, deeper sleep. He didn't start to stir until after I'd opened our patio doors and curtains wide so the morning sun could peak in to warm and brighten our room. He was possibly also becoming aware that his morning.