Or, nolle prosequi if you prefer Greek. In the past four years, it’s been nose-to-grinding-wheel for yrs. truly. Consequently, I am probably due for...another well-deserved promotion. Overdue, almost certainly because the agency’s owners, my mother and Auntie Pru, don’t want to be accused of napa ... nepo ... something-ism, you know the word.My first major career move launched me from the mailroom to the number three exec in Digital Filing. Then, over the years, after a couple of people left and. She was just what I wanted an attractive experience provider. She was about 5’2”, 40 years old and maybe 10 pounds overweight. She was wearing skin tight hot pants and a tank top covering her b-cup titties. I left the cash on the table and reached for her plump round ass. She melted into my arms and started kissing my face and neck which I know is unusual for most providers but something that I really enjoyed. She worked her way down and soon had my six inch cook in her mouth, bareback, and was. Panting, and shivering slightly, I remained kneeling, starring into his eyes. Unlike his smile, they were smoldering as he gazed down at me, not speaking for the longest time, the silence drawing out. Trembling I held still, not daring to move until, eventually, he addressed me.“Good girl,” was all he said, but the accompanying smile was like the sun bursting through the clouds on a rainy day. I found myself purring, not unlike a real bunny might as he helped me up, gently, this time, tenderly. Flipping the page I stopped, SweetMolly, I thought, the guy had moved atop the female, his penis clearly in her face, but, but, she was obviously holding in her hand one very large penis as well. I sat blinking at what I saw there in front of me. No I thought...it can't be, oh my, this is wrong. I flipped the page, her face covered in splooge, her hand also showed the telltale sign of sperm oozing over "her" fingers she lay half turned towards the camera, satisfied look on her face, smeared.