“Mr. Morris, your access has been restricted. You only have access to corporate e-mail, and then only to send and receive from two specific accounts...”Morris was confused but thought his next question might provide at least some insight into what was going on. “What two e-mail accounts can I send and receive from?”“Sean Wallace and Amanda Wallace.”“Can you restore my access?”“I should be able to. Let me try.” Morris once again heard Ron on his keyboard. “Mr. Morris, my system administrator. "Oh yeah, you like that sweetheart?" he whispers, just as lost in the moment as I am. I can feel his cock thrusting at an urgent pace now inside my clenching pussy.Oh, fuck, I thought. I shouldn't be holding this, reading this. My dick was already stiff and in my hand. I was stroking the vein that was pulsating just a little, thinking of driving it right into her pussy like she wanted. My hands must've wandered over to that straining zipper and belt, and pulled it out. This was so bad, so. With some trepidation,he turns back around and spins the bottle, then he sits gingerly in hisseat. Todd, being the nice host that he is, walks to his bedroom andreturns with a large lava lamp. He plugs it in and tells his guest tosit on it in the chair. The guest doesn't really like the thought, butwith some coaching, he does. As he lowers himself on the lamp, he signsin contentment. It's as if the large object is supporting him andhelping him feel more comfortable. Looking at his gaping. We went outside for a short walk to smoke while she told me how relieved she was that this would be her final sales conference and we chatted about New Mexico where she'd be hunting for a home to start her new life. I told her about a friend of mine in Albuquerque that was a real estate agent that ran a nudist bed and breakfast out of her home on the edge of town near Sandia Peak. When I told her about the in-ground swimming pool, high privacy fence and other details she asked several questions.