After a pause she said, "Michael, I'm sorry. I'm hurting you. What are we going to do? I'll stop seeing Trent. I'll call him in the morning." "Jeanne,... you're bright. Stop and think. I don't believe you're going to fall in love with Trent." There was another pause and then Jeanne said, "This is your strength, isn't it. You're an accountant. You know how to logically analyze a situation. I was an English major. I think with my heart. Although lately I guess I've been thinking with my pussy.". If no one wants to buy them, then they aren’t worth anything per se, even though they do provide an income.”“So, I could sell these shares? Even though they can’t be sold on the stock exchange.”He nodded. “If someone were to make you an offer then you could sell them privately. But the only way you’d know if the offer was fair would be your own judgement. What are they worth to you?”As I thought about this, all sorts of questions ran through my head. Forget all the other companies in the file,. " "You can take this cock," he growled as he leaned forward, thrusting into her forcefully and his hands slipped between her and the floor to grab her breasts roughly. "You like this fucking cock, don't you?" "God yes," she squealed tightly as she tensed, clenching he legs together tightly as she started to shudder again. "I'm cuming baby. Cum for me. Cum with me, please." "You want my cum inside you," he growled as he crushed her breasts and started to pound her as hard as he could. Rachel. The dirt under his nails was a real as the mud on his boots and his denim jeans. He was cowboy strong. He knew how to rope horses and drive cattle. His wife Sharon was a bit of a prude and hated sex. I knew this because she told me many times in church. For the most part, I let Ron do the talking as it was part of his humiliation. I wanted him to come out to another man that he was in chastity, how he would never have me again, and wanted other men to fuck his wife. Whether he wanted it or not,.