Amy was on her knees holding my throbbing shaft in her small right hand as her tongue ran up and down the length of my rigid cock. I...watched her soft sexy full lips slide up and down the sides my thick shaft. Her small left hand cupped and caressed my balls softly. Her huge boobs, erect nipples wrapped tightly inside that sheer blue laced bra were begging for attention. The outline of her tight panty clad ass viewed from above was so fucking hot! I stroked. I knew it was going to be a late night.Luckily, my support staff is amazing. They work hard and well and can put together the final product like nobody's business. I'm always happy with the work they do. Of course, it helps that they're very easy on the eyes.I had an assembly line going. We'd already put together the covers, designing them, printing them, laminating them, and punching the holes for the spiral binding. That was in my bailiwick so I made sure that was done days earlier. They were. “It’s as if they are sharing a silent joke; don’t you think? …like they just had sex in the restroom or something; just before there was a rush in the café.” She smiled a wicked smile. “My name is Kristina Morays. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting,. For my part, I gave him permission to do what he thought was necessary. He thanked me saying I would not be disappointed.There were other things to deal with such as Dr. Atwater. The meeting with him was easier to arrange without the lawyers due to my security figuring out that none of the lawyers liked being up early in the mornings while Dr. Atwater liked to get out and exercise. Stating that I would like to see him then, my people set out to make that happen which was easy enough though his.