"She moved to lie across the bed edge as I looked at her bottom framed bythe straps holding her hose'. She had her fingers at the rim of herbottom tea...ing herself. The semen was smeared about the rippled tissue.She moaned for me."Come closer Ken and rub your hard cock on my hole please."I stood near enough to have the helmet caress her when she pushed backforced my entry into her body again. The warmth made me realize I wouldnever tire of this. Her tight little butt moved about and I. My hips bucked from the cool, moisture entering the entrance of my anus. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes. The imminent **** I understood but what the fuck is about to **** me!Another gush of moving air circled my body. I could feel the chilliness creep down my throat as I realized my mouth was being penetrated. Something pushed in far covering my face and for a few seconds I thought this would kill me as I was gagging from the deep penetration and being smothered at the same time. . "The men at table twelve picked up the tab." Which is table twelve?" Karen asked and the waitress pointed. We looked that way and saw five guys who could have come straight from the pages of GQ magazine (or Playgirl). Karen giggled and said, "Oh well, easy come, easy go." What does that mean?" I asked."It means the redhead is history. I'm going for the blond in the sports coat" and she raised her glass to the men as a thank you for the drinks. Immediately, almost as if he'd heard her, the blond. She’d told me the glass ceiling didn’t worry her. She was walking ON the glass ceiling looking down at all the little people below. She’d chortled delightedly when she said it.I was in the building for several reasons. One, I wanted to take her to lunch if she could find a moment, and, two, I was there to speak to the head of Holcomb Industries Chief of Security, who’d invited me in for a consultation. I was leaning comfortably against the wall chatting with Martin Sanders about how he could.