I borrowed your favorite word John and told him to fuck off and quit. I know, and he knows that I’m under contract and not going anywhere. I am setting things up for his company to make more money than they have ever seen. Divesting the dead wood in the company and acquiring companies that are supremely undervalued. My deal with him was for me to be the face of the company, which helping the FBI got us wonderful FREE advertising. We’ll be in the news cycle for at least a week. Don’t be surprised if our stock goes up somewhere between 5 to 10% on Monday. Are there any questions?” I say trying to stave off a litany of questions. No one said a word. Although, I did see John pensively thinking about what I had just told everyone. I looked around wondering where Fred was. I asked if Fred Fingering had gone to the bathroom. Only John had the guts to tell me that he was probably still sitting in the car. “What the hell? We wouldn’t even know about this place if it wasn’t for him. Someone please head back out to the car and get his ass to join us for dinner.” I was pretty ticked off that no one said anything to him about joining us. Darleen popped up and walked out to the limo. Several minutes passed before she finally returned with Fred. While they were still outside, I had everyone scooch over making a spot for him at the table. As he sat down, everyone greeted him warmly. He thanked everyone for the invite. Once again, I asked him to order for the entire table. He ordered the exact same as last time. Spaghetti with meat sauce, baskets of garlic bread, and a bottle of Chianti. The mood had changed. People were laughing, joking, and smiling…. a lot! I sat Babes there thinking about what to do with the FBI check. Again, I thought about holding a dinner for all the agents involved along with their wives/significant other. I got up indian from my seat asking Dakota to change chairs with me. My joke was now over, and I felt I needed to ask Jennifer for a bit of forgiveness for being such an ass. Her gorgeous smile returned when I changed places with Dakota. “Did I do something wrong? You didn’t sit by me. I thought I must have done something wrong, maybe at your home.” Jennifer says to me. “No Darling. You did nothing wrong. tear her cunt apart…” Henry yelled at his terrified kids. So was I but what else could we do? "What haven't we done?" “I definitely want this.” She responded quietly, yet with power. “Can you imagine the scandal there’s going to be in the galactic media when it sees evidence the Republic paid for Gaianesian women to serve as sex slaves on its prison Fingering planet? The indian only sound she made was a grunt each time he bottomed out. Then turn to each other. As she was finishing he said, "Make sure you get my balls, too. As I abused her, as I slapped, whipped and spanked, as I yanked, choked and Babes ripped, I searched for the fear in her eyes, for the plea for mercy, but I didn’t find it. "I still feel really sexy.