Now the fate of The Journal rested with these men. These button-downed counters of profit and loss. Readers of balance sheets. Gossipers of net worth.... Not one of them a journalist. Yet for three hours they had talked as if a newspaper was just another corner gas station. ‘Miss Dunmore?’ This time the bank president took his silver ball point pen and made an irritable tap on the hard table. ‘You have to admit that we have a generous offer from Global News Media. We must do what’s best.’ ‘But. He wasborn with a silver spoon up his butt, and I guess some guys can't getpast that.I suppose my change started in May a couple years ago. I remember I'djust finished enjoying my new great home theater system. Cathy had paidfor it as an anniversary gift. It was extremely complicated. So much sothat we had to have a pro install it. There were switches and boxes thatI didn't even understand, but Cathy was an expert at working it. Shewould make adjustments before I'd settle down to watch a. Paula didn't wait around for the finish. She had to shower before Steve got back.As she left, she saw the mess of dried batter and smeared secretions they'd left on the floor. That was all right, she thought. Nanny could clean it up.Steve got the final $200 from the cash machine and met "Lola" at a McDonald's to retrieve his Rolex. He forced himself to look calm. If she knew how upset he really was, she'd probably soak him even more.And he couldn't afford that. He'd been on a tightrope for. But then, she stopped abruptly and started licking and sucking my testicles. I was pushing her head down on my cock, as my mom sucked furiously, making loud slurping noises and excited moans. She continued to edge me for several more minutes. Then, I couldn’t stand it any longer and erupted again, loads of hot semen gushing into my mother’s mouth. She swallowed most of my hot cum but some of the cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as I kissed her on the lips, my tongue deep inside.