I began to want his cock to get harderand his breathing heavier. We were nearly lost in our passions when weheard the security guard open the door. Ou... passion was killed dead, whathad we been doing? I couldn't believe what I was about to do at theoffice. I had to stop this. Quickly I left the kitchen for my desk tofinish my chores before leaving.I waited for a few minutes after he walked through the door to thestairwell before packing up a leaving myself. I had to stop this anddidn't want to. With my cock effectively trapped, she started to bob her head back and forth ever so lightly sucking on my shaft, while working her hand on the lower half. “Ohhhh… Oh shit…” Looking to the sky, I moaned to whatever deity I trusted at the time, Thor for those playing at home, I didn’t dare look at her working on my cock for fear of cumming too soon. I could feel Katy on my dick as she pumped her left hand over the lower half. Katy was content, moaning through the entire blowjob as she pushed her. It is right down the street. You can’t miss it,” the man answered.“Thanks, Boss,” Mike said. He went to the well and brought up a bucket of water. He washed his face and hands. Once that was done, he carried the bucket over to the trough and poured it in. He went back to the well and picked up his pinch.It didn’t take him long to find the Three Ducks Inn. It had a wood sign with three ducks painted on it. Mike went in and looked around. The crowd was pretty rough looking. Everyone, with the. Very clean and well kept, not at all what she would have expected of a 'bachelor pad.'"Why Bradley this is very nice indeed." She remarked taking it all in at a glance. "So very clean and neat! But then you were always a neat boy, not at all messy like some of those friends of yours. Do you have a service come in or do you have your own staff?" Well the place isn't really big enough to have its own staff," he chuckled. "So I've had a service in once a week. With all my traveling it seemed to.