Finally sensing that they had the advantage, Jessica's opponents wrote out a complete offer that was decent, but not what her team had planned on. As ...hey passed the paper toward her side, she suddenly felt the egg within her buzz into life. The transformation in her head was instant: one moment she was a smart and powerful businesswoman engaging in crucial negotiations, the next she was a body of sex and rubber trying to hide beneath a uniform. She gasped loudly, sucking air into her lungs as. It still surprised her what a good reaction she got for her submissions. No doubt there was a lot of BS but she certainly seemed to have lots of fans and, while she wasn't vain, she couldn't deny that felt good. It gave her confidence Not that she would ever actually do anything about it of course. She wasn't about to post identifiable pictures on the net and she certainly wasn't about to meet any of the posters. That was so far out of the equation for someone like her that it was just. Staring back at me was a rigid, gigantic rod with an equally large mushroom shaped head. It was an amazing site - it was 8.5 inches long, standing proudly from between Stack's thighs and a giant ball sack. He was smoothly shaven around his crotch, further accenting the size and girth of his cock. As I studied his cock carefully through my eyes and hands, a small drop of pre-cum came seeping out. I have tasted my own pre-cum before and enjoyed tasting my own juices. I now had an opportunity to. "Thanks, but it's awkward on steps with this right now. Maybe another time." "Maybe." Brody smiled, pleased he hadn't been shut down outright. "It was nice meeting you, Ryan. You need any help with groceries again, let me know." "I'll do that." * Later that night, Ryan lay on the couch, reading and listening to some music, her ankle propped up on a pillow. She had turned on iTunes and set it to shuffle. Some might have found it odd to hear Bad Company, then Sara Bereilles, followed by John.