"Uh, nothing, uh, relevant?"His hand shot out and grabbed her hair."What. Did. You. Study. Or do you not want this job?"Oh, please, please, please don...t throw me out, she thought."Gender ... ow!"He yanked her towards the credenza, forcing her to bend over it. She braced herself with her hands, trying to keep him from bashing her face."If you don't want this job, just say so. Anytime. I've been listening to that shit for two days, and I'm sick of it. You think men and women are equal?" I ... I. I asked her when we were going ot get together and she asked if I was serious. Of course I was serious and the next thing I know she's at my front door a few nights later. Sally wasn't beautiful but far from ugly. Her body was nothing to brag about but nice in all the right places. Great ass, legs in proportion and small tits, but I didn't really care. Since we both knew what she was there for there was no conversation, drinks or anything but heading to the bedroom. We stripped and got right. She then does the same to my my man’s semi-erection, he is already turned on from watching Carla “Julie wants to give you a blow job Carla, are you fine with that?,” Ros teases as she slides an ice cube over his balls with one hand and another ice cube along his now engorged cock. “Your lady wants to give Carla a blow job Charles, are you fine with that?,” Ros teases again as she does the same to him, an ice cube over his balls with one hand and another ice cube along his engorged cock. “Would. She ended up exhausted, with an orgasm hangover headache and a vague feeling of emptiness. There was little satisfaction. Thursday and Friday were more of the same. More fucking, more sucking, more coming. She couldn't seem to get enough. It helped her conscience that she hadn't seen much of Patrick. He'd been staying at work unusually long hours, actually spending the night at the hospital two nights. The other two nights that week, he'd arrived so late and left so early the following day that.