He tickled my asshole with his fingertip as he sucked me and soon I was squirming my ass to keep it there, not to get away from it. When he realized w...at I was doing, Mr Dixon pressed his finger into my ass. Just up to the first knuckle. I had never felt anything like it. It felt very big but very nice and it made me cum immediately. My cum shot out of my cock and Mr Dixon swallowed it all. He stayed on his knees with my cock in his mouth and his finger in my ass until the last drop and then. It was easy to tell which desk was his, all the others had monitors that were switched off, his twin screens showing the seat model he was working on displayed on one, the other with emails and data sheets scattered on the desktop. The image behind them wasn't visible but she knew what it was. A photo of the pair of them walking along the beach at sunset, it had been taken on their honeymoon and they'd been charged way too much by the photographer looking to make easy money from tourists but. I walked over to look downstairs and almost fainted! Anchal, Sneha and Madhu were all sitting around on the floor in various stages of undress. At first I was furious, but then I decided to watch and listen to what was going on. Madhu had the least on, a skimpy pair of light-blue bikini panties. My daughter had her jeans on, but nothing else. Sneha had on a flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned, revealing well-developed breasts. Her friend Madhu is a real beauty, with long blonde hair, a great. I had read how few arrests there were for that kind of thing, so I wasn’t too worried. Everything involved in the weed business was a calculated risk.I left the courier planning up to Gerome. He knew the housewives from the gym and he also knew the weed business. He could mesh them. Lucinda and I would be there to give him all the information and advice we could come up with. The three of us could make it work somehow. I really wanted the couriers to be bicycle types, but I knew that was.