My brown eyes are lined with black as you sometimes like, the heat from our bodies and the sweat it produced having made the once perfect lines smudge...a bit. My shirt is displaying a fair ammount of freckled and mostly flat stomach from the way you are constantly tiptoeing warm hands up towards my breasts...but of course, I have to wait. Somehow I am always waiting for you. Impatient, I grip your shirt and pull you back to me. My legs are spread and you fit there. If the counter was less tall. I opened my mouth and enveloped his head, then slowly went down on him. Rich moaned, "Oh fuck man." Well I guess he was ok with getting a BJ from a man.I started moving on and off him, slowly at first. Occasionally he'd moan, and told me that my work was better than the women who'd blown him. I took my mouth off for a moment and said, "I think it's true, guys do a better job." I went right back on his cock. I was holding off on tongue action or a lot of suction, I didn't want him to cum. Honeybunch was monitoring my olfactory sensors so that I would not stumble onto something dangerous, and I almost sympathized with her, even though she could do it without experiencing any distress.There was some sort of dampening field in operation that kept the advanced technology at The Center from just snatching the woman to freedom with the transporter. Whatever it was causing the problem, it was necessary for an agent to go in and physically rescue her, and I was volunteered. Naturally, I. “Andie -- what’s up?”I just got a call from one Roger Middleton.“Who’s he?” I asked.He’s Ben’s attorney. He wants to meet me in his office tomorrow at ten.“Did he say, about what?”No, only to meet him at ten.“Do I need to be there?”No ... but I’d like it if you were.“Hold on -- let me see if I can get the time off.” I pressed the hold button on the desk phone and stepped to Carla’s desk. “Carla -- I need some personal time off tomorrow morning.”“More divorce stuff?” my boss asked.“Yeah --.