’ ‘I thought you said she was bad off.’ ‘She is.’ Jansen had set the cigar in the ashtray and forgotten it. Smoke swirled its way to the cei...ing like tobacco incense. ‘I’m not going to ask where she’s at.’ ‘I wasn’t going to tell you,’ said Moe. ‘I have a good guess.’ ‘Forget it, Jansen. Save your guesswork for the crosswords.’ Jansen shuffled papers on his desk from side-to-side like he was suddenly the maid, and then met Moe’s eye, man to man. ‘I don’t like your type, Gafferson. A pretty boy. I saw training films an many subjects. There were the movie training films showing what could happen to you by fucking the wrong girls. All the venereal diseases like syphilis, gonorrhea had explicit pictures of what a penis would look like with any of those diseases.Then there was a film on how to use a pro kit after you had fucked a woman that may have been infected. The kit was in a small brown foil package. It contained a piece of gauze to clean the cock after you fucked the girl. there was. He was sure. Still, he wanted to take this thing slow. She needed to be brought down. She needed to be hurt, ruined even, but he didn’t want to push too far too fast. Fletcher had studied Sorrel’s file. She seemed more delicate than determined, more likely to sacrifice for the company than undermine it. He saw the evidence against her. She was caught. She was a conniver, a manipulator, and a charlatan of the worst order. But somehow her history leading up to this was a model of dedication and. I could tell she was in pure bliss because there was no attempt to stop me as my middle finger penetrated her back door.With a tongue working her kitty and a finger in her ass, her orgasm came rolling in and her moaning only got louder. I was waiting for the moment her young secretary would storm in on us. As her legs went from a slight tremor to a full on shake, I knew she had reached her exhaustion point, so I slowly slid the finger from her rose bud and slowly slowed down on her kitty.As I.