They’ve all moved on.” “Well… We should focus on the renters first and foremost. Although, maybe we can get some programmers to rent. Then you... could work on another app while we expand the real estate business.” “Yeah, that’s not a bad idea.” We both take a seat on the couch. “God, all this business talk is getting me all excited,” she says.“Me too. I love discussing this stuff.”“You know…” she starts… “Nah, nevermind.”“What?” I ask.“No, it was a silly idea.”“No idea is silly, share away.”“I. .. I thought you said no more thirsting?"He chuckled, looking away. [Was that a blush?] She smiled, feeling good at catching him off guard.He recovered and offered his hand, "I'm Jason, the buffoon you just destroyed."She laughed and accepted his hand, "Stephanie, and I accept your defeat." I hope you and your friends have a great time in Vegas," he said getting up, "Don't do anything I wouldn't," he winked, then took his friend by the arm and practically dragged him away.Steph watched him. My eyes flew open, although I kept my eyes down, remembering during our marriage that Bob considered my holding eye contact with him as an actual challenge to him. “I wanted to ... you know ... be with you...”“You’re telling me you’re horny.”I nodded, my shame bringing my excitement even higher. I tried to bite my lip.“And you want me to do something about it?”“Please!”“I’m too busy. You’re not the center of my world. Get used to it. You aren’t a person. You’re property.” He than waved his hand. “It’s OK, Daddy. I’m all yours . . . I like showing you my titties” she says, biting her lip. Mike smiles, looking into her eyes as his fingers gently begin to tease her nipples, savoring every little noise and expression she makes. Emma can feel a dampness beginning to form between her legs and she blushes, embarrassed to feel so excited . . . about what he’s doing to her.“Are you OK, baby girl?” he asks softly, not stopping. Emma nods, words failing her as she starts to groan, her eyes.