Monday morning I left a note for the k**s and took off for the airport. When I got there I met up with Bonnie and I saw that she was dressed like she ...as going clubbing rather than like se was going to fly somewhere. She had this short black skirt a white frilly blouse, and 4" high heels. We went through security and I saw that a TSA agent had to give Bonnie a pat down, probably just wanted to get his hands on her body. When our flight was called we boarded and sat down I saw that Bonnie had. It just wasn’t all that unusual. He would turn up, if not later today then tomorrow. She was at work in her office for several hours when one of the girls working the front desk dropped in.“Ellen, anybody have any word about how Palmer’s doing?”The words shocked her. A question like that could only mean bad news. A strange chill engulfed her and she felt her heart speed up.“What, why, I...” She paused long enough to control her thoughts. “Why, what’s happened?”“Didn’t you hear? He’s in the. Whatever you do don't stop..." He relaxed for a moment, letting me maintain the pace. One of his hands came to rest on my head, but he wasn't taking control yet; he was just combing his fingers through my hair as I continued to bob over his cock.After another minute or two I felt the hand tighten a little, and he started to moan a little faster. "It's coming baby ... get it all ... don't spill a drop ... it's coming ... it's coming." He grunted loudly, then swore, and yelled out that he was. .." I'll just suck it and go. No strings attached. What do you say?"He studied her expression for a moment. "Umm...okay. I can use a break, anyway."He led her to the back of the garage, behind a bunch of old boxes stacked nearly to the ceiling. He unzipped his fly, and Mary happily dropped to her knees in front of him.For the next several months, Mary would pay Brad a visit several times a week. She experimented with different techniques, and was eager to learn what he liked and didn't like..