Her tongue darted out to lick the tip of him, swirling around the head once before sucking him deep into her mouth. “Sweetheart, this could be disas...rous for you…...for your career……”Her hand cupped his sack, squeezing gently, massaging with her fingers, as her mouth worked tortuously on his cock. When she slid so far down on him that he felt his tip touch the back of her throat, Red gave up on trying to talk to her and began to focus instead on remembering how to breathe. She swallowed him. “Let me know when you hear from Lone Star’s lawyer. Fax anything you need to fax to Kimmy’s private fax machine. It’s locked in a cabinet so it’s safe from all prying eyes.”“I’d be shocked if any person in your entire office violated your privacy in that way.”“I agree, but as your Navy propaganda posters said during World War II, ‘loose lips sink ships’.”“I’ll call you soon, Steve.”“Thanks, Commander.”We hung up and I called Joyce and my dad to give them a status update, then went to Elyse’s. "Good! 'Cuz we're not planning on letting you go!" Denise exclaimed.Suddenly, Anne just simply broke down. Her face crumpled and she turned away from them both. Stan could hear her sobs. He and Denise moved together to comfort the crying woman.Stan kissed her underneath her ear, while Denise restrained herself to merely hugging her, murmuring "It's all right. We love you, Anne," repeatedly. Anne simply let them do this for a while. Then she shook herself a little and pushed them away. She. No it wasn’t her real name. That name I forgot as soon as I shook the forty something woman’s hand. The reason I renamed her was her shocking read hair. Which no real person was ever born with.When I got Ash alone I asked, “Why is she important enough for Marcy to call with her hat in hand?”“She is having an affair with Deacon,” Ash said.“Oh shit, is he coming to visit her,” I asked.“Just to drop in. He won’t be staying,” she explained.“It’s hunting season. The cabins were booked by people.