’ I called Jake at his Vancouver office. ‘Hi, Jake, it’s Stan Copely.’ ‘Hey, Stan. How are you? How are things at F & C?’ I filled Jake in...on all the changes in my life lately, with the exception of my marriage. He was enthusiastic about my being on my own. We discussed the Helmvac project and he was confident he could get it done in a week to ten days maximum. He gave me a cost estimate and I promised I’d get an okay and a purchase order to him along with a manual within a day if Mr. Mulliner. Chris enters the elevator. Normally the offices beyond floor 40 are restricted to employees of Social Interaction Service Syndicate LTD. But with that message he should have gotten access, right?He swipes the ID card in the slot and press the button for 52nd floor. The small screen shows a short loading animation and then lights up “ACCESS GRANTED” followed by “WELCOME TO SOCIAL INTERACTION SERVICE LTD. MR. KELLY.” It stands for a moment as the elevator starts going up. The text shifts “YOU ARE. He was so tight that I didnt last very long at all, exploding into his tight ass. We had another drink and talked and kissed some more, as it was still raining pretty hard. He went to the bedroom for a couple of minutes and my cock was getting hard again. He came back and said he couldn't find the poncho, but I was welcome to stay longer. He saw my hard on and got on his knees and started to blow me again. I gave him his just reward, grabbing his head as I exploded into his warm mouth. By now. Maybe twenty...in his standard, slightly grimy blue work overalls with that uncontainable male appreciation of fine fem-flesh in his vision, approaching the pump, where the van was stationed next too. Males in the strawberry blonde’s mind only had one duty...pleasing her...bugger the van and petrol... it could wait. She needed refuelling first. Her B & S anal debauchery was hours ago.Chas stretched again ...actually she was thinking a coffee as her very late morning get up and go... her head.