I giggled. I kissed it and stroked it some more. I took it into my mouth.This was safe, I figured. Not really sex yet. It’s a service.At first, I wa...s gentle and ladylike with it, pecking it here, licking it there, only taking an inch into my mouth. But I really, really wanted this prick! After a moment, I was gobbling it into my mouth. I was cupping his balls into my hand.And I was noisy! I was groaning or growling or gargling as I sucked, sucked, sucked this man’s prick. He had his hand on the. "It went into an interest bearing account at five percent compound interest. The account balance is currently just over four point four million dollars." Holy Christ." I exclaimed. I sat back in the chair and thought about what was involved. Services would have to be run. I'd seen the lawyer's aerial photograph. The road was gravel and devastated by wash-outs. It would have to be dug out, properly filled in and paved. Hopefully all the services could be run parallel to the road, beneath the. Leah and Cam were only slightly less extreme, with Cam in a short, yellow, clingy dress that hung precariously from a slender cord round her neck, and heeled sandals. Leah was in Zann’s barely-long-enough jacket (with shoulder pads removed) invisible plunge bra, boy-cut panties, sheer tights and grey heels. I forced myself not to sound like their dad and say something about the cost of the jacket. She looked stunning in it, which helped.Leah had some wine in the fridge and a couple of cans of. Bringyour A game."There were a few groans and sighs as people started to pack up theirthings. I turned and picked up my water bottle to help wet my throat.Not only was I sweating a bit from all of the exertion and the fact thatwe had so many people packed into a room this size, but I had also beensinging most of the day. My throat felt a little sore, but it had heldout well over the last week. I had been worried that I'd make myselfhoarse, but that didn't occur. Next week wouldn't be as intense.