“Roland, David Jones. You should have gotten my offer for one of your warehouses where the occupant’s failure to pay their rental agreement for th...ree months. How does that deal look to you?” I asked him.He put me on hold to get some others on the line.Aaron, his in-house business attorney, asked, “Before we entertain any negotiations, can you tell me who wrote this sales contract? I have some concerns given the brevity but ironclad wording.”“Oh, that would be one of my best friends named Paula.. Monti continued to stroke him while saying that he needed answers for a few more personal questions to assure his good sexual health and habits and the man agreed to answer, readily. “Ok, thank you. Tell me, how often your penis gets hard like this”? Was the first question.“Lots of times” was the quick answer.“Fine! Have you ever rubbed it like I did it for you”? Asked Ross.“Not very often, because it felt kind of weird, whenever I did it”. David said.“How long did you do you usually do it”?. "What is this? Let me go." Oh, no, dear freak," she replied. "A friend of mine at work has a niece in your school who was greatly inconvenienced because of you. We thought we'd give her a chance to let her try to even the score." What," I demanded. "You can't mean Renee, there." And why not? Thanks to you, she now has to attend school in the nude for the next four weeks." She earned that, Aunt. She assaulted me in class, broke my hymen, and scratched the inside of my vagina. How could I. She signaled others and soon there was a small crowd standing naked looking down at us. Mom looked at the people and then concentrated on me. I leaned over my her, my knees at her crotch as I kissed her lips tenderly, my hands on both her tits rubbing them lightly. I had the heels of my hands moving just barely touching her nipples. She went crazy and shouted, "Fuck me now Peter!" I moved back and watched her spread her legs and bend her knees. I moved my head down to her cunt and lapped.