A man, about 25, carefully studied the cars and stopped when he saw a late-model blue Mustang. He hopped out and noted the license plate. It was a van...ity number, which read “George.” He counted the other cars parked on the street. Eighteen. Obviously a party. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and drove off. About twenty minutes later, Monica was done. Talking with Blake, she emphasized. My hands just won’t do, you have the special touch and you know it. I exit the shower and start toweling off. I dry my hair and style it just the way you like it. I make sure my makeup is absolute perfection. I walk into my closet, open my drawer of special lingerie and gaze at all of the lace and silk. Which will you like best? I decide on a white and champagne lace bra with matching thong and garter belt. I sit down on my bed and slide my thigh-highs up my legs. I slip on my thong and belt. I could tell that the room-mate (whom I'll call Jack) was getting a bulge in his crotch. He sat in a chair and watched us fuck for a while. Bob pulled out, lay on the couch, and had me sit on his dick, facing Jack. Jack pulled his dick out and started stroking it. It was already very hard. I was getting very hot and excited, because I knew these guys were going to fuck me a lot. Trade me off between them, and give me lots of orgasms. Jack put his cock in my mouth, while I rode Bob's dick. After. " You don't need me here. Charles can handle all the day-ta-day operations." Now, Julius, don't start..." I'm serious, Marcus, I don't need ta be wastin' my time playin' law clerk to a boy I done apprenticed in the first place." Oh, so that's it." Charles voice cut in from behind him, "Look, Dad, just go home. You don't need ta be here, no way. Retire. Take Miss Sullivan out or somethin', hell I don't care - just go." And at what point did ya think you got ta decide who work here an' who don't".