" I nodded.Matt said, "What can we do?"I said, "Find and review some old contingency plans and spruce them up quickly. Tracey, I want a daily report t...is week. I may move the tempo up in a few days depending upon what this storm starts doing." She nodded.I said, "If no one has anything further, let's get the show on the road. Matt, I want to see Bill Travers this morning." He nodded. We went about our projects.About forty-five minutes later, Bill came by my desk. He sat down in the chair and. Another part was remembering the last time we had used the video camera at home. Even under the circumstances I blushed.We had been feasting on Hamburger Helper and Miller beer. I had been wearing one of his shirts and not much else. When I leaned over the table to snag the last piece of cheese toast, he had run his hand up my leg and grinned."Hey there, good-lookin'. Come here often?"I had turned and sat down in his lap, wiggled my butt against him and given him my best roughish look. "Not. "Sir. May your slut have a cock for my mouth?" Do you want me to go get the attendant?" I'd rather have yours Sir." I say giggling.With that he unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. When he reaches in and pulls his cock out I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Being filled with a hard cock in both ends is something I have been growing accustomed to. The feeling of his cock going in and out as the dildo is filling me is almost more than I can take. Jamal takes control of the chair and. I loved the way I felt in the negligee; it clung perfectly to my full large breasts and swept low enough, just below my round soft butt. I fixed my long blond hair in the mirror, pulling the sides up to expose more of my neck, I surveyed myself and I instantly felt sexier. I was caught in my own thoughts wondering how the evening would go when I heard the knock on the door that caused my stomach to leap to my throat. I stood there listening to their mumbled low voices as they greeted each other.