“There are certain safeguards.”
“My bum can take what you give. Don’t worry. I am curious though. Francine can dish it and take it, so for her to stand in awe of you is tantalising.”
“What do you prefer. Quantity or quality?”
She grinned. “Both.”
“If you take what I intend and do it as you bragged, without whimper or tear, I will not only pay you for the privilege, but also take you out for lunch.”
“And what makes you think I will accept?”
“I will then give you my card.”
“Ah. So you think I will require your expertise again?”
“Yes I do.”
Shameless she gazed directly at the man’s crotch.
“Something puzzling you,” Hubert asked, his voice deep and resonant.
“Yes Monsieur Faucheux. Is your prick as big as fable has it?”
Chuckling the man stroked his chin. “I’d like to think the Alm
