Between the two of them, even with a translator between them, they had brought about an agreement that would profit the partners upward of a hundred m...illion a year. In ten years, Thomas could see that number soaring to the billion mark.“Labor is so cheap there, I could see us moving the shoe factory over there, lock stock and barrel. That would teach a lesson to those strikers.”“Would the quality be maintained if you moved the factory? I grant you that labor is being a pain in the neck right. And it seemed like a good boy he intended to be.Even if she wanted to be touched, it wasn’t allowed. State laws or some bullshit. The bouncers made things especially difficult, but the worst was the House Mom. Always watching, like a hawk. For good reason, but…Gina backed away and turned to sit. Right on his thick cock. Or so she thought. It’s too long, her mind grumbled as she looked back in hopes her frustration was communicated. He was too busy staring at her ass, a fact that irritated her. What are we supposed to do?Perhaps watch porn on the internet and stroke soft cocks that no longer get hard and rarely cum seems to be one of the few alternatives. But I have one other alternative available, i.e. I spend my time at my computer cranking out short erotic stories and posting them on www.Lushstories.com. I have cranked out four so far, here is number five.Tommy and Molly grew up as neighbors in a middle-class neighborhood in the Village of Gahanna just outside Columbus, Ohio. Tommy. Sign here, and make it fancy. He writes better than I do.”She was still laughing when I walked out with the papers in my left hand, holding her hand with my right.“Can we leave your car here and take mine?”“Sure, where are you parked?”“Over there in Sheriff Jones’ parking spot. Here, you drive and show me just how naughty and adventurous you want to be.” I handed her the keys and opened the driver’s side door“THIS IS YOURS?”“Yes, and tonight, you get to pretend it’s yours.”I held the door for.