‘What do you want, Jarod?’ I asked again, keeping my voice steadier this time. Civilised. ‘I…will you come in?’ He gestured towards his open...office doorway. Walk away, walk away, but no. I followed the direction of his hand. I stepped through and into the sacred ground of his office, and heard the door click closed behind us. Only the desk lamp gave the room any light, and his presence behind me seemed to fill the entire space. Somehow this, his office, his inner sanctum, felt so much more. ”“Good, good. I’m just saying if you want to step away it’s fine, you should keep that spirit alive. It’s how you keep a man happy and healthy. You keep his stomach full and his eggs empty. And, “ she learned forward as if to whisper but didn’t lower her voice at all, “it is a good thing to make sure you get a tickle yourself, you know. It helps with the baby because you open up when you do.” Then she made a motion of her hands opening. Most of the table stared at her. Saul alone seemed immune.. ” “Think nothing. I get just as wet as the black girls her. Iheard you call Carmen your brown sugar. I think you need some cream.” She approached and leaned me against the cash register. Shekissed hesitantly at first her thin lips on my full ones. I enjoyedthe sensation of her tongue on mine, her hand roamed to my engorgedand erect penis and I pulled away. Protesting weakly. “You’ve had toomuch eggnog.” “Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.. I wanted more. I stood and took his hand to have him stand too. He dropped his pants right of and undid hid shirt as I slipped off my tshirt exposing my perky tits. He clasps my tits as I lick his chest and pull his cock with a twisting hand motion , my hand coming toward me. His hands then drop and quickly fall under my flirty skirt , he smiles as one hand grabs my bare ass and the other goes up a wet thigh to my wet pussy- no panties here ! I moan softly as his hand runs up and between my.