It was Nancy - Erin's 1950's sexpot secretary. She was wearing ablack, sleeveless, form-fitting dress that came down to mid-thigh andblack patent-lea...her heels. It was the kind of get-up you'd expect asorority-girl to wear to a dance club, except that the seamed stockingsshe wore made her look more like a high-priced hooker."Oh, uh..nice to meet you." Kelly said, more than a little disapprovingof Nancy's attire.After the initial awkwardness they ordered their drinks and we startedtalking. . ”“I think it will do you good, but we do have a few situations I think you need to know about. Situations I have kept of the regular channels.”Stahl sighed.”It never really ends does it?”“I am afraid not, my friend. The situations are well at hand as much as possible but still I wanted your opinion.”“Just get it off your mind and tell me already.”“You do remember Admiral Swybar?”“Yes but I never thought to hear this name again. Was he not executed?”“Apparently not. His execution had been faked. It only takes about 10 minutes for him to lose almost all sensation in his arms and he is as helpless as a baby. What’s more, is slapping his fingers in that situation sends that pins and needles sensation through them like his fingers are asleep. It really can be excruciating.”Then she went to the foot of the table and raised the foot rests and had me put my feet in them. “This little trick is just mean. Now he has even more blood in his torso and arms and that compression becomes even. Jen had plans of her own.She led me to her bedroom and we embraced, our bodies melted in to one another. We slid to the bed and began to explore each others bodies.In a little while, were in a 69 position and I felt like I was in heaven. We both came at the same time. I had never had a feeling like that. Jen took every drop of my cum and seemed to want more.She flooded my mouth with the sweetest nectar I could ever imagine.Jen stroked my cock and I got hard again. She said it had been a long.