Loud blaring music, alcohol, and most importantly, hot guys. Annie made an excuse to get away from her friends and started flirting with every guy she... bumped into. She couldn't find the right target until she got knocked to the ground by the wave of people. Looking up for help, she noticed a tall muscular man with dark features. He started coming towards her to help her up. "He's the one," she thought to herself as he helped pull her off the ground. "Thank you," she said to him, still. He thought she looked better in the black cocktail dress he had imagined for her than he had expected she would.“Marek, how did, where did all this come from?” Heather managed to say at last.Marek looked around the room himself and smiled. The room had a very high ceiling and was just as he imagined the study would look. Bookcases lined the walls leaving only three large gaps. One was filled with an ornate marble fireplace with a roaring fire burning. The fire had a pair of high backed dark red. Just try to relax," you say, reassuring me.I, of course, tense up as soon as you say relax. You see my bottom clench and rub my cheeks to try to relax me again. You had lube on the side table and reach over and squirt it on the butt plug. Your hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel the plug at the opening to my ass. The anticipation kills me. What will it feel like? You gently press the plug into my ass, very slowly. I can't help but moan as you soothingly rub my lower back with your other hand.. I felt somewhat better after that last phone call.I made several other phone calls to nut buyers that I'd been able to find on my own. In every instance, they had either committed to buying all that they were willing to buy, or else admitted they were holding off on making any purchases, in anticipation of much lower pricing, once the full scope of the pistachio glut was widely known.In the middle of all this, I received a phone call from Rob. He was now in Iraq, and told me he was planning to.