“Chris, let me ask you this. To the right was a dining table with eight chairs. The morning went quickly, with Jennifer showing me around the office, getting my permanent access card, arranging for my logins and email, and getting me set up at my new desk- which, coincidentally, was my old desk. The peach, long-sleeved blouse was loose, but still flattering, and my bra did not show through. We have been aware that Maxwell has been forcing himself on women and threatening their employment for almost two years. When you have made your decision, just let us know.”
I stood, extending my hand to Mr. “In your home?”
“Normally, we would be doing this in my office downstairs,” Mr. I waited until he was done stroking before I raised up enough to take his cock head between my lips and suckled out the last dregs of his seed. The nudity does not bother me, though I will admit you are rather distracting.
