... It's hard to describe...." Her expression was one of confusion and concern."Maybe I'm getting sick?" Logan knew better but played innocent."Oh ... hope not baby...you know I've been feeling a bit off myself lately...maybe I gave you what I had..." Carrier" she joked. "What were your symptoms? Like a flu maybe? That would explain the chill...." Yeah, I kept getting hot for no reason and had a weird almost painful ache inside parts of my body." You must have given whatever it was to me. Ann frowned. “She is not sexy enough,” Ann remarked. “I will fix that.” ‘No, no, no,” I replied. I was trying to recall what the receptionist was wearing when I came in the front door. “No,” Ann countered, “American man must remember Kimsee. She is our first impression.” “Short skirt and black heels,” I blurted out. “Wait,” Ann remarked as she got up walked out of the conference room. “Kimsee, come,” Ann barked towards the reception desk. The young receptionist stepped into the conference. Her mouth sought his, hearing his breath catch, the sound like an intimate caress. She could feel herself growing wet and pressed her crotch against the hard bulge that pushed against the denim of his cut offs.She teased him, undulating against him with tempting motions, each one ending with her pressed against him. DJ tore his mouth from the sweetness of hers, his breathing a ragged hiss between his teeth. "Where did you learn to move this way?" he croaked."Lap Dancing 101," she teased,. "Sit down on the recliner, here. Now turn sideways, legs over one arm, and lay back...there! See how your head hangs down? That's going to let my cock go right into your throat." "Oh my God!" she said. "It looks so much bigger from this angle!" "Open up, little cock-slut! I'm gonna fuck your mouth!" "It sounds so dirty when you say it like that." she said. "Makes me feel even more naughty. Fuck my mouth with your big cock, Master." "Suck it!" he hissed, putting it between her lips. .