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  • Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip's, a young gay couple that I have met, go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street Daddy is in town this weekend but the Denver guys can't make it so asked Kip if he and I would be interested. Kip was told that the guy would come over each day and we would be expected to fuck while he sat and watched us, Wall Street Daddy may or may not jerk off but we didn't have to sexually interact with him. Other than that, Kip didn't know anything more about it other than discretion would be paramount and that we would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement (I asked and me writing this isn't in breach of it). The whole thing sounded awesome to me. I definitely have a little bit of exhibitionist in me (maybe that is where my speedo fetish comes from) and of course I would love to snowboard Aspen for a weekend. Kip felt the same way so we agreed to give it a try. Next step was Kip and I sending a copy of our passports through to the Denver guys (they were going to be facilitating this), along with the non-disclose agreements signed. Those guys asked if they could mention that I am Dave Speedo Evans (from my blog Aussie Speedo Guy) which I agreed to. We could check in to the apartment on Friday night and Wall Street Daddy would see us that night and tell us when he would visit over the weekend. He would give us the ski lift tickets when he saw us on Friday and we could check out any time on Monday. Little bit of back big tits and forth and it was a green light. Twenty four hours later, nearly to the hour, Kip and I were in this beautiful, ski-in, ski-out apartment right at the basin of Aspen Mountain. Not a huge apartment but it had a hottub on the Indian deck and I can't even imagine what it cost. We were told that Wall Street Daddy would be by around eight o'clock. After a little bit of consultation with the Denver guys, Kip and I had come up with a little bit of a plan. There was a knock at the door. When I opened the door the Wall Street Daddy was greeted by seeing me wearing just my softcore new tiny Asian style Arena speedos. I got these when I arrived in Colorado a few weeks ago and I love them. They sit low on my hips and are far too tiny to be worn swimming but look great and everything fits. The lycra material stretches enough that it can contain my cock when erect which is what Wall Street Daddy saw when his eyes moved down my body to the front of my little speedo. What I was greeted with when I opened the door was a well dressed, late fifties guy that I totally recognised from watching the business channel on TV (I'm not sharing what channel but there are only two). He is not a commentator but someone that they have on to interview. I wouldn't have known his name off the top of my head but I knew who he was. We shook hands and he entered the room. I told them they couldn't have sex with each other until it was all clean.” “I got used to disappointment, I never got you or Hector or anyone in your crew for what was done to me and I was told that there was nothing I could do about it and to let it go. The timer buzzed. “Leveria nationalized the army; what do you mean by Indian that?” “You sure about that?” Clint asked as he swiped the screen of the tablet, turning it on. “now about our deal. He gives me the stare down, but doesn’t see the car big tits in front of him and slams into. He stood closing the meeting. It was the opportunity I needed. I lean in and kiss both of my women. I text “I’m sorry… was a little jelly of the guys online. I do not have time for dreamers in my class. I thought, Surely, there were other ways to prove loyalty, but why don’t I feel bad? “Bill.” It was like trying to remember somebody's name but only seeing their face. The next morning they woke up in bed after sleeping together for the first time. But she didn't want to leave her children until they were old enough to care for themselves. That was about the only word Rose could imagine to describe it. I whimpered and groaned into her pussy as I trembled there, my heart screaming in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins. A nervous flutter ran through me. I had my first date with George Harvey tonight. She quickly moved back into her former sitting position and waited for me to spin again. Rope after rope squirted against the girl's neck, dribbling out of the tip and spraying her tits. Her primary softcore target was here, and free of entanglements. I'm well past the time I said I would be home.