“No. I met no one that I discussed my work with while in Europe. Now that you mention it though, I’ll have to get Jim talking to Mercedes and BMW ...and maybe Fiat and Volvo. Those might be good markets for me. The Europeans have always been more fuel and safety conscious than the American auto industry.”I grabbed my small notebook and jotted down a note while ignoring the two agents.“Are you seriously going to sell out to the Europeans?” Michaels asked.“It’s not selling out. It’s capitalism at. As she was about to close the door, I pushed the door open and placed a small peck on her lips. To my utter disbelief, her elder daughter was standing on the first floor, rubbing her eyes. I immediately closed the door and after ten minutes, I messaged aunty just to make sure nothing went wrong with her daughter.My mind was occupied with the thought that whether aunty’s elder daughter had seen everything if she did, what she will do. What will happen to aunty’s self-respect, aunty’s relation. ? I try to look sympathetic, though I’m choking down giggles. ?We discussed what happens when you cry and howl. Table time, dear.?Carter looks at me in horror. ?P-please no, please don’t—? But I fold my arms over my considerable breasts, encased in tight Lycra, and bursting into fresh tears, Carter gets up off of the hassock and trudges to the table and lays his cock and balls on the table, pulling the cock back, so his scrotum is on full view.?Now we’re going to learn manliness, darling.? I. That was a first too. He shrugged his shoulders, showered and changed.He arrived back downstairs as Sally emerged. As was their wont they congregated in the kitchen. Sally helped herself to a juice and Bill poured himself his evening whisky and soda.Wendy shooed them out of the kitchen telling them to enjoy their drinks in the drawing room. Looking slightly surprised they obeyed. Supper preparation had always been a time of three way conversation."What's up with Wendy?" Bill asked Sally and.