Whipple. Hence my whipping from Mr. Whipple. It was at that point I knew I was beaten. He didn’t give a damn about my personal comfort or how many ...ours I spent in airports or hotels. As far as he was concerned, I was living the good life, and I had a lot of damn nerve complaining about it. It was the old joke we shared with the sales reps and my fellow tech reps: The glamour of travel. The accounting mentality now had a vise grip on Faraday and Crosse. As I sat waiting for the next. I think she felt it because she turned and looked and smiled at me. I was able to feel the heat between us. Then taking that as a positive sign then I started to test by touching her when the motorcycle went to pit holes. She started to move back and we were groping each other.Then after that incident, we got close and I started to spend more time with her. Our chat started to turn towards personal and we started to have sex chat. She used to complain that after giving birth to her son her. I turned to face him and erupted into a smile, running into his arms. The feel of his limbs laced tightly around me, the feel of his warm torso tightly pressed against mine, and his breath alongside my ear caused chills to fill my spine. Something inside me was alight with flames, and I needed more. Holding his body closer to mine I lightly dug my nails into his skin, begging silently to make the embrace tighter. "Oh, Kris..."His name left my lips as if it was heaven to whisper his name while. I went over and slapped Kelly’s ass and told her to roll over. I pulled her ass into the air and left her face mashed into a pillow. I buried my prick into her sodden cunt. All the cum had her slippery as hell.I had fucked her for probably ten minutes when she announced: “No one wants to suck my boobies?” She lifted herself up and Scott and Barry each lay on a side of the bed and sucked and fondled her boobs. Action from the three of us got her off and she came yet again. It took another ten.