“I’m good. How have you been?” “I need to hear your voice. May I call you?” I dialed her number and waited for her to answer. “Hi Gil,�...� she moaned in a small voice. “Hello Mandy, it’s been a while, are you alright?” “I’m okay. I wanted to hear your voice, that’s all. Sorry for texting you so late.” “I’m on the West Coast. It’s three hours earlier than Toronto,” I chuckled. “When will you be back?” she asked. “I land in Toronto, Friday afternoon, at four.” “Four more days,” she sighed. As soon as I start to move I feel the sloppiness of our lovemaking between my legs but still bend down to suck on his cock. It smell of raw sex and coated with our juices as I suck on him which puts a huge smile on his face. He has a bigger cock than his dads with big sacks which are also coated in our juice. I’ve never wanted sex so much and decide to let him see his cock penetrate me, I lift my leg and climb and hover over him on to my knees. My fanny is sodden and dripping love juice over. There appeared to be twenty-five or so cars leaving the plant at 4PM, so two questions come to mind.1. How does Evans plan to get away with the discrepancy?2. How much could they be stealing from him that he needed to hire someone to track it down.The answer to the first question was, I had no idea. I did know what I was going to do. I planned to take pictures of the empty parking lot with a date and time stamp on them. Just to prove no one was working in the plant at night. Well no one but the. ” “But…” “No buts Matt. Katie, can you give him a hand, as it were?” “Oh! Me? Ummm… I guess. And it’s just for art, yes?” “Purely art. Art for art’s sake,” confirmed Maggie. Katie looked at Matt and she felt a shiver go down her spine, thrilled by her own naughty fantasies. “It’s OK Matt, leave it to me.” “What are you going to do?” asked Matt, hesitantly. “Touch me.” “What?” “Touch me, Matt. Stroke my boobs.” “I can’t!” “You can Matt. Look they expect you to get hard. Don’t let them down. Just.