"A backer? A backer for what, Tom?" Wait until we get to the meeting, sir. All will be explained."Jeannette spent some time during the morning speakin... with her bank on Earth, ensuring that she could have her assets transferred to the Bank of Rehome at short notice. Once she had that confirmation, she felt more content with the forthcoming meeting.The Colony Administration offices were in an imposing building near the centre of Metropolis. Tom explained that they were apparently the. .Jason Torrance felt himself sinking into the plush bucket seat of histruck; tempted to fall asleep right there in the parking lot of hisoffice. It had been a long night. 'Nothing like tax time,' he thought while rubbing his aching neck.In his 15 years as a CPA, he couldn't remember a busier season. Histhoughts wandered to the lake where he planned to spend a week doingabsolutely nothing, just as soon as Uncle Sam's deadline passed in thefollowing week. No cell phones, no e-mail, just Jenny and. As she opened each button she slid further down and I leaned my head back as my senses swirled in the headiness of throbbing music, lights, and the pure flesh of woman. My cock grew warm and I actually wondered if I had cum in my pants till I saw her breathing into the fabric of my jeans. She stood quickly and began to sway to the beat. Her hips dragging her torso left and right as her hands slid up and cupped those perfect tits. He fingers tugged at both nipples as she looked into my eyes. She shook from her shoulders all the way down to her feet. When Les felt the first spasms and quaking in her pussy her pressed his face harder against her and held his breath while he ate her out. The juices that Marty produced were slippery and copious. She coated Les’ face, she cried out finally and then collapsed backward on the seat of the car. Les raised himself slightly, gulped in air, and then plunged his face into her snatch for one last go at it. He caused Marty’s orgasm to be extended.