Her big naked breasts were crushed against his bare chest, and she took his right hand and lifted it to her left breast, making him squeeze it, before...she released him and stepped back a pace, her breath coming faster than before.They looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, and she slowly smoothed her hands over her body, stroking her hips and slightly protuberant belly down to the bushy triangle of curly hair, and then moving them up until she was once more cupping her breasts.Still. "Blamed me for your limp dick." Well look at her, Amy. Who could with that puss?" He squished her face with his hand until she slapped it away.Problem was, though not innocently pretty, Mary Cochran's long thick raven hair framed a toughened, tight, narrow and memorably beautiful face with large, expressive eyes containing tantalizing violet irises. With strong medium sized breasts and a tight model's ass and nearly as tall as a runway model, getting it up for her seemed the least of a man's. There were huge coffee makers - both decaf and hi-test as Vicky called it.I was sure that when the local construction and farmers found out they could get a full freshly cooked breakfast in the wee hours of the morning, this place was going to be busy.We were going to get our breakfast on a tray and disappear into Carson's office to have a real business update. While we were waiting, Hanna Page walked over to ask for an interview. Marley Kendall was nowhere in sight; I wondered if she had. “I was thinking of a Task #13,” she teased.“But there are only twelve tasks outlined in the Base 12 Slut handbook, my luscious little Office Whore,” he mused.“Good thing your Office Whore Fiancée has a decadent imagination then!” she said wickedly. “I think you should clear your afternoon, Mr. Stephens. The future Mrs. Stephens has a sudden need to take advantage of you.”Chad smiled and said, “Give me an hour to wrap things up, and the rest of the day is yours.”Now he just had to handle a few.