But that still wasn't going to stop my throbbing cock from hurting. "Thanks, mom. But what am I supposed to do when it starts to hurt again?" I could ...ee the wheels spinning in my mothers head, as she sits with her hand under her chin: "Hmmmmm...well, how often does it...you know, hurt?" I look away from her and say "Three, sometimes five times a day. Is that bad?" She smiles and says "No, sweetie. It's not bad at all. In fact, it's perfectly normal" I breathed a small sigh of relief:. "Are the employees being offered moving expense?" Yes, but only one hundred and fifty out of two hundred agreed to relocate." What skill level are the fifty employees that refuse to move?" Neill asked."All the executives are moving, nine out of ten mid-level managers are going, eight of the ten supervisors agreed to move. Except for one inspector, the others are low-level workers." I said."How many inspectors are going to move?" Neill asked."I don't know. The one that was mentioned is called. Mickey laughed and said, "What'd you guys do, soak the sheets? I heard you rummaging around in the linen closet." I said that John needed to jack off more often so he wouldn't shoot a gallon of cum. John replied, "No, you'll just need to service me more often."We cleaned up, showered, and went to the mall. We ate a late lunch in the food court, and wandered the mall until dinnertime. We hit a take-out restaurant, and went back to Mickey's to eat and watch the other movie we rented. When it was. He sat down and told me to turn around and slowly peel my panty off. I felt so naughty as I did just that! I handed him my panty and gave him a peck on the cheek. He had one hand on his crotch, pumping away as he brought my panty to his face. I noticed the front door opened and walking in were the two guys from the lobby, Rick and Capone. I wondered how much of my slutty display they saw? Conrad grabbed my hand and we walked to the back of the shop that had private booths to watch porno. We.