. unless you're working Saturday. But you can still give me your number!" Yes, Friday's fine! Do you want to put it straight into your phone ... and i...'s Shirley Mansell. I was 'Gilbert', but I don't use my married name any more!" All right, then! I might see you here before Friday, but I'll definitely ring you before then!" He leaned in and kissed her cheek and she felt the heat rise in her face.It wasn't that far from home to work: sometimes she cycled, or even walked, but she needed petrol. She kept her notebook in front of me and started asking the questions.Oh god! Almost after 2 years, I had a view of those beautiful juicy boobs. Now they were no longer the lemons or oranges that I used to extract the juice from. They had become well-shaped round coconuts. I could see the stretch marks on her left boob. Maybe, her current boyfriend was playing with them daily.I started to listen to the question she was asking but, I was not able to concentrate as I was getting hard, and her. She picked up the whole pile and just tossed it aside. She dipped her head down and skillfully wrapped her lips around the tip of my dick, passing her tongue across the underside of it. She put her hands on my hips and slowly slid her mouth all the way down until her nose was pressed against my pelvis and my dick was in her throat. This girl had skill. She started bobbing her head back and forth on my dick, taking it all the way back to her throat every time, not once using her hands. I. . and a shiver shot down my spine. I didn't know we were being observed.I hadn't seen anyone enter our little room.I looked up.Standing just outside our cell was Ronald Turner, CEO of UniCORP.The man could only be described as every woman's dream. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His arms bulged with powerful muscles, and he had a chiseled jaw coupled with dark blue eyes.He was dressed in a rumpled power suit. I guess being on the run didn't allow for adequate dry cleaning.I mustered.