.. She blew a quiet raspberry. If he wasn’t so Will he’d be my ideal guy. But he’s also sort of estranged from his family... She sat upright. ...hat if that’s her angle? Maybe she’s trying to set herself up early as a trophy wife, just like his mom? Her fingers drummed faster. He might not get along with his parents, or ever want to see them again, but they still pay all his bills, and his father seemed to still have an interest in how he was doing.More than just an interest, I guess. I wonder. "I sucked in another breath. He pushed and this time the head squeezed into my throat much easier. He kept pushing and I could feel it going deeper. He stopped and there was a LOT of his huge cock down my throat. He pulled out and goopy saliva ran down my face. Gross! I exhaled hard.He only paused a moment before pushing his cock back at my throat. I took a hasty breath just before my opening was blocked again by his cock head squeezing into my throat. He put it all the way in again and held. For one thing, her nipples were rock hard after the long posing session, and the pressure of the cups of her bra was making her realize that she was very jealous of Peter having had an orgasm. She would need to have one of her own as soon as she could get a little privacy.The bigger problem with the bra was that she couldn't force the back strap to latch. It didn't make any sense. This was the same bra that she had been wearing before she went down to the studio to pose. Her mother claimed that. "Um... let's use a conference room. They have bigger white boards in there, and we won't be screaming and annoying all the other people around here!"Bill, who has the cubicle between Maureen and me, poked his head up. "Here, here!" he said with a grin.I grabbed the notes that I had been working with and a pencil, and headed into the hallway to the nearest conference room. Of course, it was in use. As was the one down the hall from it. I kept walking, hoping that Mo was following me until I.