John’s clock vanished inch by inch into her mouth; she could feel her nose bumping against his smooth groin, his heavy balls slapped off her chest.J...hn felt his balls tighten, he knew he was going to cum. Susie made no move to pull away so he decided to just let rip, with a loud groan he came.Susie felt John cum; it felt like liquid fire hitting her throat. She slid her mouth along his cock so that only the head was still in her mouth. She grabbed his shaft and wanked at it as hard as she. Only 2 people know about this me and my secretary. Then I find out that you are not following the dresscode policy. You have on numerous occasions wore clothing specificly not allowed at this agency. This is not the first time we've had this conversation. You have been told that you can not dress like some slut off the street and come to work. Now I have to discipline you. First off you will report to me each morning in my office when you come to work and I will determine if you meet the. But on this Saturday, something was different. Maybe it was the effect of the horror, terror and sadness of September 11, maybe it was the mellowing which comes with age, but whatever it was, I just took pity on the offenders in the group behind us. I took a deep breath, pointed at the people playing ahead of us, and simply shook my head and moved on. It just wasn’t worth fretting over. At the clubhouse — as we made the turn to the back nine — we reported the offenders to the head golf. She always loved the feel of his solid arms and shoulders against her body and that distinctive smell of male aftershave with just a hint of masculine body sweat. As Jessie snuggled in closer to Bjorn’s side she looked quickly up into his face just before giving the guy just a little peck on the cheek. It was then that Jessie Harper noticed a very distinct but very fleeting frown of some sort quickly traverse Bjorn’s face. That look came and went in just a matter of mere seconds but to Jessie.