Patricia snapped her gum, "Well that depends on what you want honey?" I'm interested in a knobber." Well for that I usually get seventy-five dollars."... She smiledThe man thought for a moment. "All right, Get in."Patricia opened the door and looked around the car. A girl can't be too careful after all the streets can be pretty mean at times. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and he looked nice enough. Definitely a clean cut suburban man. She sat down and pulled in her long lovely legs. The John. He removed his t-shirt and shorts, then without saying a word, lifted my t-shirt over my head and undid the single button on my shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor.His eyes seemed to widen as he looked at my cock, slightly smaller than Dave's at about 7 inches, but standing very hard and waiting for his attention.He grabbed my shaft and gently pulled it towards his own now growing cock which he had in his other hand, and proceeded to rub the very last drops of freshly milked cum from his. I pulled into their parking and perused the wine selections I found some nice reds and a nice desert white with a small bottle of Everclear. I was looking behind the counter and saw a really nice bottle of champagne and asked the clerk about it. She said that it was a well liked one not to sweet but very good. She said that if I were to serve it to any young lady they would be impressed. So it got bought too. This is going to be an costly weekend but oh so well worth it. I was about an hour. Once I was sure that the kids understood the situation I turned and went into my study. Glancing into the mirror over the fireplace, I saw Casey standing alone, looking at my back as I exited the room.Every one at work seemed to delight in my promotion. Well, everyone except Laura Ingram. Oh, she said all the right things and made all the proper gestures, but I could see that she was seething inside. I could almost feel the hatred she radiated. Again, fuck her. Her husband had some kind of.