My necktie is here somewhere.”“I am to escort you to her office right away.”“Oh. Sounds serious.”It was serious. Caroline’s office was in ...he same building as my IT department, so we were there in under two minutes. A man in a suit was waiting outside the door to the outer office. I didn’t know who he was, but he wanted to wave some sort of wand over me.“Let him do his job, Martin,” said Alice.“Sorry about this, Sir. Do you have any keys, weaponry or metal items on your person?”“Keys. And my. I didn’t spend long, because I wanted to taste her. I moved down and pressed my tongue between her labia and licked from bottom to top.“Yes!” Joyce hissed, placing her hands on the back of my head and urging me on.I didn’t need any encouragement to run my tongue up and down her slit and press it as deeply into her tunnel as I could. I repeated those motions several times, then began to suck gently on her clit, running my tongue over it. Joyce pulled harder with her hands and moaned louder, then. "I watched as her shapely body walked to the bathroom. It's hard to believe her husband doesn't want sex very often with her. Ever since my divorce, she has been a life saver for me and my sex life. I remember the time back in our senior high school days when we first started having sex. If you will be patient with me, I'll give you the background of our life and first time we had sex. My sister, Betty, and I are twins. We often fought each other while growing up, but we finally became good. Lots of half-white babies in Las Piñas. And Mallao would bet Maia would wind up having just one more.Yeah. Like they needed another mouth to feed.Finally, Mallao stubbed out his hash on the floor. Varnished bamboo, very Western-looking, like this whole house. His bitch mother and whore sister loved living like the white people on the TV, like pashas of the empire, like they were embarrassed to be Filipino.Well, not Mallao. He was proud to be Filipino. Screw all the white people and their money.