I hold up my hand to silence her. "Actually", I say, "assuming she has the basic skills for the job, Mr. John prefers to train his secretary to accom...odate his personal business style. How badly do you want this job?" Her face lights up, and she says,"More than I can tell you! I need this job so badly, and I am willing to learn from the ground up!" I smile. "That's exactly how you will be trained. From the ground up. And if you are willing to do what he asks, I can assure you you will. "Thinking about me or Veronica?" "Want me to dye my hair? That way you could have two blondes." "I wonder if she's a moaner or a squealer?" Barbara would laugh when I went wild.By Valentine's Day evening when we arrived at the hotel, the three of us were remarkably calm, although maybe we were numb. Charlie started drinking highballs as soon as we got there. He ignored Veronica and started flirting with Barbara, who seethed, but encouraged him to drink the place dry. I asked Barbara to dance. I choose to not lean over and check - more from my own laziness than any respect to her privacy. I look at the back of her head - her mid-length chestnut hair falling straight and loose, resting on her soft, fair skin. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her bottom half, just revealing a hint of her pert, round, peach of a backside. I extend my right hand to reveal a little more, fingers hooking under the sheet to slide it a few inches down her hip. She speaks. “Are. I brought the quirtdown hard on her back. She squealed around my cock anddropped her hands to her side. I jammed again and again.Then, she swallowed as I jammed. For the first time, shewas deep-throating me.“Maybe this heifer is trainable after all,” I said. I fired a huge load in Sheila’s mouth, then pulled outto let some hit her face and hair. I wiped it all overher face. She looked up at me as if I were a god.“Wear it!”“I know to wear your cum on my face,.