”“Bingo! And I don’t know how to fix it.”“You won’t want to hear this, but I’m not sure you CAN fix it; well, not to your satisfaction, ...most likely. And, if I can be direct, THAT is a major reason why you need your sister at NIKA. You don’t want to run a big company because it feels like running a big company. And you hate the very idea.”“No kidding! There are days when I long for working out of the house, with just that small, tight group, where everyone was super-close and involved in. A few of my friends still did it, but some had “retired.” Still sluts, just not as much. Like Kimmy, who married my younger brother. She was his personal slut. He liked to pass her out for his own amusement and I just knew their daughter, when she’s old enough, would follow in her mother’s footsteps.And my brother will have his own daughter to whore out.So Clint had to triumph. He had to come out on top. He had to make the world, or at least California, understand about sex. That if it was. Suddenly Jill pulled away and said sternly ‘take off all of your clothes and go into the front room’ she then went upstairs and I meekly took off my clothes and went into the lounge. Jill came down after a couple of minutes and dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face whilst stroking my cock with her other hand. She told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back, I was a bit tentative and she smiled and said ‘don’t worry these will add to the pleasure that I am going to give you’. Being the avid occupant of the gym that I was, let’s just say I’ve had share of women. I had mastered what many my say is the art of talking to and understanding women. All of my friends envied me because the wish they could talk to half as many women as I had. They’d come to me for all kinds of advice, especially Ron; for he always carried a notepad and pen just in case he had to jot down any tips or points I may give. Weird, I know right but I guess when you’re desperate you’re desperate. But.