Every week I would mail out a handful of resumes in the hopes of finding something better than what I had. I got quite a few responses, but almost all...were from 'start ups' that wanted some one with my expertise and experience who would work cheap "And grow with the company" — work for near nothing now and make big bucks when "We hit it big." That isn't what I was looking for so I turned them all down and kept looking.One day about three months after Kirsten went to work I got a response to one. She was wearing 34b bra.What a sexy figure.I was pressing other boob with other hand.She was moaning like hell.I removed her jeans and my dress.I was in my underwear.She was rubbing her hand over my dick.My 6″ dick was trying to poke out.She took it in her hand and started stroking hard.She put it in her mouth and was licking like a real prostitute.I did not cum.Then I took her in my hands and started licking her navel.She was jumping.I removed her panty with my mouth.It was already wet.I threw. I dropped to my knees, already circling his thick cock with my hand, and then proceeded to dive down on it, until I could feel his knob hit the back of my throat. I slurped up and down, sucking and twisting, jacking him at the same time, until he reached up with his hands, holding my head, and started fucking my face. He started thrusting his cock down my throat as far as it would go, until I was gagging. I swallowed convulsively, and he must have liked it, because suddenly I felt thick hot. Her hands hugged him, pulling him close. Her tiny body felt like it was on fire as she kissed a pathway down his neck to his man-nipples. She sucked one into her mouth like she was trying to draw milk, making him moan out loud. Her hands busied themselves with his belt and pants. Things were moving so rapidly – Damien felt like one minute he was fully dressed and the next the cold air from the room’s air conditioner was raising gooseflesh on his bare arms. He had no memory of kicking off his.