She returned the soft, sensual kiss, not having the energy to do anything else. She gently pulled him closer, and he nipped lightly at her lower lip c...using her to moan again. Her throat was raw from screaming, but she didn’t care. Her entire body was tingling. Jason whispered to her and watched as she nodded. He bit down on his lip as he watched her move to get on all fours. His desire for her grew. Once she got in position, his hands here on her hips as he slid in. He felt her convulse around. So, what is my problem: My 35 year old boss is riding me like a three dollar whore over shit I can't control. For example, he thinks I should be able to convince my customers to buy shit they clearly don't need in a down economy. He keeps dropping hints that "perhaps I don't have the "energy for the job" any longer.By the way, my name is Peter. Folks call me Pete. I'm 47 years old.Every meeting we're told to keep our resume's in order as "life is a bitch" and "only results count". And, like. For the next 30 minutes, I drove while listening to my music full blast as I jammed to my favorite playlist. It didn’t take long to arrive to my place as I resided in an apartment complex in the vicinity of the university.I parked my car in the underground parking lot, making sure not to take the stairs on my way up, and instead hopped into the elevator like any other lazy person. I leaned against the side wall, pushing for the 4th level. While I waited for the doors to close ever so slowly, I. She bounced, ground, and rocked on his stiff, throbbing organ, alternately rubbing and slapping her clit. Despite the night air, sweat soon beaded on her flushed skin. It dripped from the tip of her nose, and droplets flew this way and that from her bouncing breasts. “Holy fuck,” Jake growled, apparently surprised by her reckless abandon. His hands rested lightly on her hips, often sliding on her sweat dampened skin. Unable to form a single, recognizable word, she let her pleasure spill out in.