Hopes." Regarding our job application...?" The receptionist asked him, with a look on her face that was both surprised and amused at the same time. Ev...n more so as he showed her the tousled piece of paper he'd kept in his clenched fist."Well, it seems like he's free to see you right away." She continued eventually, after checking her computer, and pointed him towards an elevator at the far end of the large room. Most likely she was already laughing at his chances for getting a job in this. He stood up and looked at her ass and then bent and kiss and licked the strawberry liquid off it. Taking his very hard cock out of his boxers he rubbed the end up and down her crack and then as it touched the puckered hole he pushed it hard. The end disappeared and he moan a little as it clamped around the head. Oh god that feels good and he pushed hard and cold feel the tight muscle around his cock as he pushed deeper into her ass. Soon he was thrusting with increased speed and then he. Since body jacking was a strictly confidential and secretoccurrence (so there wouldn't be a public panic and societal collapse),he would have to monitor in the role of a school police-officer. Thiswould give him the opportunity to create relations with the students andalso visibly keep watch over them, as opposed to a janitor or artteacher. It also helped that he had police training in his past. On hisoff-hours, he was ordered to monitor Facebook pages, yearbookinformation, financial records,. Cindy was looking at me, critically examining the scar on my cheek, feeling the slight indention, and measuring how much my beard had grown since my morning shave."Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you change out of that monkey-suit, Sammy?" Suzanne suggested.Cindy turned to Suzanne, without removing her hand from my cheek. "I can't stay for dinner," she said. And then, turning back to me, "but I'll help Sammy pick out something comfortable to wear."Suzanne voiced her.