Could he? And if not, what would he do? The question plagued him, and the level of the bottle went down quickly as he struggled to get down on paper a...description of his last job for his superiors.By the time he had the envelope addressed and sealed, he knew he was getting pretty high, but at least the task was completed and he wouldn't have to worry any more about it. He went into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, which revived him a bit, then he picked up the report and carried. “I fear that I have neglected my affairs terribly over the last few weeks. We shall be forced to actually do some work today, as opposed to lollygagging the day away abed.” As he said this he cupped and squeezed my arse, to inform me just how he would have preferred to spend his time.I moaned pleasantly as he aroused me, but another course was not to be. James slid out from underneath my compliant form and wrapped a dressing gown around himself. I lay back upon the bed drowsily and exposed. This will never happen again. Is that understood?" he stated firmly as he looked back and forth at his wife and his trusted partner. They both nodded.They found their coats and snuck out of the coatroom to go find Barbara, Jon and Jerry and let them know they were leaving. But their companions were nowhere to be found. They shrugged and left to go home...Jerry Olson watched Rick and Dawn walking away from their table. "I guess it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where those two are. "Please let me suck your fucking cock," she moaned, wiggling against his hand and cupping the bulge in his pants. He groaned and allowed her to unzip his pants and pull them down, freeing his hard manhood. She wrapped her hands around it and lovingly kissed the tip of it while he stepped hastily out of his jeans. Marisa smiled before licking his length and then deepthroating him. "Fuck, baby," he moaned, thrusting into her mouth and gagging her. He loved hearing and feeling her gag on his dick..