Yes the large funds appeared to be a legitimate liquidation of a corporation to share holders. Mike Bremer of the Milwaukee Bremer family had a genius... for an accountant who managed to create the myth of legitimacy. As Lionel distributed funds, a tax number attached to them. He transferred then into many accounts, and those who preferred checks had them dispersed by the Milwaukee accountant from a checking account provided by Joe. The genius had to pay out the various government subtractions. "Come on...you're going to have to get on your knees and crawl over here if you Want it." He smiled as he said it and put one hand on his hip, looking impatient. "If you want to leave...you can. I am not stopping you." He continued, seeming to read my mind. But as I looked at him...I found that I wasn't leaving. As much as it loathed and disgusted me...I truly felt a growing desire to taste him. His cock looked so impressive and as it had gotten harder, it grew immensely before my eyes. By now. "Well," started Donna, "I'm not really sure, but it mentions one place, called the F/m Club. Says here that women dress up like a dominatrix and their guys go as slaves." I don't think we're dressed for the part," injected Julie.Donna continued, "There's a place called Edge Play. We're real close, it's just over by 6th Avenue and 14th Street -- just a block away. Then there's the She-She Club." That sounds like a lezzie place," said Cindy."Then there's all kinds of raves," Donna continued. "But. He stopped in a rose bower, ‘Rebecca, I want you to wait for me.’ ‘Oh Thomas, I will wait forever if that is what it takes.’ ‘I don’t expect it will take forever,’ he laughed, ‘I don’t think this war will last more than a few months.’ He kissed me again and I began to tremble. He looked at me with those dark eyes, his hands sliding up to cup my breast. When he heard my breath quicken he pulled me down to the ground with him. I remembered how it felt. How the pain of him entering me had changed..