She instantly recalled the sounds she had heard coming from beyond the wall last night and knew full well the spiciness that Mama Mable and Papa Bob w...re capable of. “How about you? Did you send him your own spicy letters?” she probed.A blush came over Mable’s cheeks as she piloted the Caddy down the highway. “I sure did, sweetie. But I guess you could tell by the color of my cheeks now, can’t you,” she replied with a smile.“It’s funny, but Charlie blushes the same way. I guess he got that from. “My stop’s in about ten minutes, you’re more than welcome to come back to my place if you like?” The whole time Daniels eyes hadn’t left my phone screen, and I could feel his cock pulsating in my hand as I jerked him off. Daniel looked at me with lust in his eyes, “I’m going to cum. If you take me in your mouth, uh, uh, uh, I’ll go back to your place.” I pulled down his pants enough for his big hard cock to stand upright. I had taken his throbbing knob in to my mouth while still jacking him. The alcohol seems expensive, Christmas parties emerge from every nook and cranny requiring taxis for transportation and it’s polite to be nice to everyone. “Merry fucking Christmas,” echoes through my head every time, but the fucking word never actually emerges from my lips. It’s a real shame. I remember a logo I once saw, it was written as a joke, it read: Money’s Tight Times are Hard Here’s your Fucking Xmas Card It had a logo of Santa raising a middle finger on the front. It was my ideal. She did not know why her boss had asked her to attend this sales meeting but she was terribly glad he did.The speaker, Zee - as in MacKenzie - asked everyone to look at something on page six of the handout. As the others looked down and flipped through pages, Zee's eyes met Helen's and he silently snarled. Helen stroked her lips with her pen the way she would like to stroke the bulge straining those oh-so-conservative Dockers. In less than a second, he reverted to the professional marketing.