Back to HISoffice, and the way it was before. Back to closed doors and isolation.Lunches he or his secretary brought in. His secretary sticking her he...din the door once in a while with papers for him to initial -- not sign,initial mind you."No, auntie. Please, I want to stay as Susan's secretary. When I workedin that office, I was separated from everyone, like I had some disease. Iate lunch in there. Susan came in once in a while to give me papers toinitial, never to sign. Papers she passed on. She did not make any attempt at deep throat; she just wanted to taste his ejaculate. She pulled back and murmured, "That's the best tasting spunk I ever had! Where's this boy been hiding?"The older woman agreed and said, "He's a whole lot better tasting than any of the hands at the ranch. I swan that Pa don't even come close!" Better not let Ma hear ya say that. Ya know how she don't want nobody talking Pa down. But, I'll bet she would have ta agree ifen she ever tasted this stuff an' didn't. ”“You heard his fellow officers and one of his men, Edgar. Were they talking about a man who doubted his abilities, that felt he was a failure?”“No they didn’t, Mary.”“He was looking to a future in fast single-seater fighters with more challenges to stretch his flying abilities. As for that squadron base, well a city man stranded in cattle country with five people in it and fifty miles from the nearest town, in a state one-and-a-half times the size of Britain, with around 95-times smaller. Jerry was straddling the bench with his back to the door. The view as Jack walked in was of Jerry's huge shoulders and lats pinning Bill down as his narrow waist and massive muscular gluts were ramming his cock in and out of Bill's ass. Sweat was running off these men making their dark tanned torsos and white polished asses glisten in the afternoon light coming in the window. It was an incredible sight; Jack was hard instantly. Jack sat on a side bench and watched for a while. Bill and Jerry.