It figured my insatiably curious visitor had read Tennyson. "Have you not any words of faux-Celtic comfort for us? A nice prayer perhaps ... even in L...ithuanian would be just fine!" Bugger it, Lad! Your plan will work or you'll create a nice crater here in the middle of the facility and we can just float right down into the smoking abyss and down into the pit. Unless of course you'd like to pay for the official guided grand tour and give the nice man in robes up ahead one of your shiny Texas. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, screaming "OH SHIIITT!! OOOHH fuck me harder, fuck me!" I excepted that as she was stretched out enough where it wasn't too painful. I than began to pound her pussy hard, shoving every inch of my cock inside her, faster and faster. I lifted her off the beg by her ass never taking my dick out, and started fucking her in the air. "Ah! Oh my god!" she continued yelling out as I slammed her pussy against my dick. Both of us sweating over each other,. "I wanted to talk to you about your contract," she began."My agent is handling that," Brock cut her off."I know but this is private," the woman began again. "Just hear me out. Please? I'm taking a big risk here." I can't discuss particulars," Brock said."And we won't," the woman said. "I'm Julie Archer. I work in the GM's office." I remember," Brock replied."OK, good," Julie said, looking around nervously. "I know the sticking point is a no-trade clause and I know it's causing some hard. Therefore, I win the story contest!”“Au contraire, mon ami!”I stood up with my hands on my hips, trying to adopt a hero’s pose. A horrible shriek pierced the air from far off. Everyone looked at me. “I told this story for a reason. You know, my mother’s maiden name was ‘Geux Naude D’Grande,’ and when I was little they used to call me Buster.”“Hey, asshole,” called Bob. “Why are you wearing that kilt? You aren’t Scottish or Irish or whatever.”I smiled enigmatically, then I unwrapped my kilt. The.