My son was a year old and comfortable with the new nanny. I was torn between wanting to stay home with my boys and returning to work to be around adu...ts. Being back in the office, I quickly fell back into the groove. Hanging out with fellow workers, talking, teasing and flirting. I was kind of a flirt before I went on maturity leave and became a sexual a****l, now I was much worse. A few of my girlfriends even asked if everything was okay with me and my husband, Dave. Things are great was. Mere seconds elapsed before the distinctive whump filled the early-morning air. An unmarked black helicopter crested the trees and landed on the grass near the pool. Instantly, the doors opened, and three familiar black-clad figures emerged. I'd last seen them in Newport Beach in February. My eyes perused their formal uniforms as they jogged towards me."It's been too long." I greeted Allie and Ivy with quick hugs."Indeed."Cole met my gaze with a grim smile."This isn't a social call," I. They are the same sounds I hear when you suck my cock, driving your mouth over the head before your head dips down and takes me down your throat."Are you stroking your cock, Michael?" you ask."Of course. How can I not?" Have you put lube on your cock?" You ask the question slow and low, your fingers obviously out of your mouth and back to your pussy."Not yet." Do it now. I want to hear you stroking your cock while I fuck my pussy, please."I reach for the little blue bottle, pop open the top,. "There's some," Fran explained."Shh," Dave silenced her, "we don't have time, Carla's coming right now." Just as he finished the door opened and Carla stepped from the bright sunlight into the cool gym. After taking two or three steps Carla stopped and looked around."What's going on here? I was told that Ms. Marshal wanted to see me." Come on over here," Dave instructed."Oh no you don't," Carla backed up towards the door, "I'm leaving. I'm not going to get close to you guys." I think you'd.