"His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your ho...e?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It's not the fact of entertaining your boss, and having him for dinner," she said, "although that. Still with my eyes closed I took another deep breath as I felt the warmth from her precious mouth encase the end of my cock then glide its way down to the base, my balls touching her chin. I could feel the sensitive, engorged head as she slid my penis down her magnificent throat then back out again, and again, and again...I thought sure I was going to lose it as she reached under and scraped my balls with her long nails while swirling her saliva around the dome of my quivering cock.I felt her. We finally collected ourselves, had a drink of water and continued on as though nothing was out of the ordinary, except we were both naked and I was pulling on my cock.I think I've got most of this figured out, but you need to explain about your "thing" with animals. AS I mentioned, being in the dog outfit, I was overwhelmed by a feeling of being VERY Primal. I enjoyed that feeling so much. I'm guessing that your inhibitions are causing a "road block", so to speak? He said Yeah, that's EXACTLY. ” Vicky walked back out there, threw the plasted back over Saema’s bare corpse, and smiled back at Tim as she walked with the gurney back out of the room and into the hallway.“Alright miss, time to let you chill for a while,” she said as she began to push Saema’s cart down the hallway. “I would say I’ve got a hot date lined up, but we both know that’s a lie, don’t we?” It wasn’t really that strange to talk to the dead around here, but Victoria tried to keep it to a minimum and do so when no one.