‘I know it’s not your job, but do you mind unscrewing this for me?’ Damn it. I turned around and was greeted by a view of a jar of Branston pick...le, her gorgeous face and her two magnificent tits. I was already sweating and finding it difficult to find my words, so I just nodded and smiled, and took the jar from her. As embarrassing as it was, I was struggling to get the thing open. My hands were a shaking mess and half my concentration was on trying not to get aroused again, so when I dropped. Wanna play?Me: Absolutely!Anwesha: Great! I was hoping you would want to? What’s the dirtiest thought in that handsome brain of yours right now?Me: Like right now? Well, I wanted to see you in yoga pants..wanted to imagine how hot you’d look with those tight pants on..Anwesha: Oh yea? Naughty boy! Guess what I’m wearing now..(She got up and turned around.Anwesha was wearing tight yoga pants. She looked back at me, topless and cute, while she jiggled her juicy ass in those tight pants. I kept. I don’t know what time it was, you lose track of time when you’re awake 23 hours a day. Anyway, I was sitting here, breast-feeding, when I hear shouting coming from outside. Not just drunk shouting, but really angry shouting.I look out the window and I see two men, one sitting on the bench the other standing in front of him. The standing man is shouting, top of voice, saying “you fucked my wife”, and “I should fucking kill you”, things like that.Now the sitting man is talking back to him, but. Secondly, let me say that I look forward to attending the events you have planned.The reason I rose to speak was about the money. First of all money sitting in a bank account has no real value, since the number of things it will buy changes daily. Such being the case, I think you are wise to use the money at this time. I think a digital billboard, though the ultimate in convenience and eye candy, would be a bit out of place on this building which you restored to it's depression era grandeur. I.