Hudson, you scared me!" "I'm sorry," he replied, "I should have known you were part of the cleaning crew, I'll let you get back to work!" With that he...gave her nice smile before returning to his own office. As he settled back down behind his desk he couldn't help but notice that he had and incredibly hard erection forming a tent in the front of his pants. He rifled through a stack of papers while trying to get back to the business at hand but was unable to shake the feeling of arousal that had. Mr. Jones laughed when he heard her gag. “Having fun?” he asked jokingly. He then began thrusting harder and faster. Chelsea tried to back away, but soon was thrown off balance, and her head was slammed into the desk. Mr. Jones just kept fucking her face, as Chelsea whimpered and moaned. After a while, he finally pulled out of Chelsea’s mouth. He ordered her to stand up. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got…” His hands started to explore Chelsea’s body. He started at her stomach, moving up over her. " "I already do that stuff." "But when he's ripe for picking, you offer to give him a blow job if he can prove he wants it bad enough. You give him one of those leather cock and ball harnesses that the twins brought and make him wear it for at least a day. After he does, you give him the blow job." "That's revenge? Making them wear... leather? And you know I'm grossed out just thinking about putting one in my mouth." "I know, but I can change that if you let me. For what I have in mind, you. By this time the strain onour marriage was incredible, and I started to fear I was going to loseher. I felt like I was less in control of my emotions, having cryingjags every so often, and I started sleeping in the spare room.We made up, and I was laying beside her when the baby kicked for thefirst time, and I got a chance to feel this little movement with myhands, like most other expectant fathers. However, unlike most expectantfathers, the next day I started feeling a kicking in my own.