Who could that be? Not Sandra surely; I’d had Frank phone her last night to tell her I was sick and cancel our lunch date. I toyed with the noti...n of just laying in bed and ignoring the bell – it rang again – but decided against it. It might be important. I slid out of bed, wrapped my thick robe around my now shivering body and walked slowly towards the door. The stairs gave me some difficulty – I was pretty dizzy – but I grabbed the handrail and took it one step. His virgin cock was in my mouth as I used my lips and mouth to simulate a fist in giving him his first and most probably best blow job ever. Squeezing his balls and moving myself up and down his 5" cock I could tell by his grunting he was close to coming, and then he did, shooting his virgin spunk down my throat I swallowed every drop.He sat there panting as I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, as they fell to the floor, discarding my undies his eyes were really wide when he said "I've never. "Inwardly, Monique shrugged. "In a manner of speaking, I guess that's true," she admitted.Gertrude looked vindicated. "Who was the designer?" she asked. This time, her tone made it clear that she would brook no coyness. She expected an answer.Monique felt like telling Madame to go fuck herself, but Richard had wanted her to enjoy the finer things in life, even after his death, and he'd worked hard so that she could enjoy the not-so-polite world of polite society as a proper lady. She wasn't. It’s become a tradition and you all must agree to keep it completely secret. If you don’t, you will be immediately terminated from the company. Is that understood?”He was looking back and forth between the three of us. Veronica was sitting nearby in her black bikini, all smiles, looking as gorgeous and yummy as any female I’d ever seen.We three employees looked at each other and said, “Understood.” But it was obvious that we didn’t know where he was coming from or what he was about to say.