When she got to the interview, she learned she was to meet one on one with the CEO. Delia was ushered in and introduced to John Barkley the CEO. He lo...ked to be in his early sixty’s, about five eight, a bit heavy, and balding, he was wearing a very expensive suit, he welcomed her into his office had he have a seat at a small conference table in his office and sat beside her. For the next few hours he went over his company where they had started, where they are now and where he saw the company. I held his hand, always available and open to him, but he closed himself off as he went to the funeral by himself. He had tried hard to be happy for my sake, to put on a mask of what was, what we had hoped to be, but his indecision and our small hurdles had grown, until there were mountains between us. Caden decided that being the only member of his family left in our small town was not what he needed. He needed to be near those who loved him unconditionally. My love was not enough for him to. It rolled on and on, my whole body lifting off the table. As I began to calm down, Gemma continued to fuck me slowly with the vibe, periodically increasing the vibration to produce mini-climaxes.I had completely forgotten about Patrick and that I was being videoed. Opening my eyes, I found him standing at the head of the table bending forward so that he could video Gemma between my legs. He was only inches away and clearly very aroused; his cock very visibly tenting his pants.I couldn’t resist.. It creaked ominously as he eased his muscular frame down. ‘Drink?’ he asked, twisting around and reached for two glasses without waiting for a reply. He handed the one with the pink liquid to her. ‘Thanks,’ she smiled, accepting the drink and taking a sip. All going smoothly so far, she told herself. ‘First,’ he said, resting one hand on his knee, ‘we don’t stand on ceremony here. We’re a typical agency, short on the niceties but we’re the best in the world at promoting our models. We’re.