The three girls were together venting and debasing their rotten boyfriends when Charlotte the unelected leader of their trio explained listen girls we...cant confront these guys yet we want to keep our boys but their wild behavior must be punished we must make them learn to have more control of their urges so they think with their heads at the top and not the bottom. Charlotte explained exactly what they were going to do we must trap them into thinking theyre going to have fun but it turns on. On one hand, it made me almost feel proud that I had such a good work ethic, but on the other hand, why the fuck did I have to be here first when everyone was dragging their asses?! Damn it, I could have snuggled with the girls some more! Oh well, as much as I hated getting up early, I did enjoy that brief span of time when the office was empty. I’d turn up the thermostat, start a pot of coffee in the break room, and settle behind my desk. Then I’d count the minutes until the next person. "Mine's old. Let me make a new pot." She headed for the kitchen. "Just speak up, Sam -- I can hear you back here."Sam was pleased that she was making "a new pot." People, he mused, came in two categories: those insensitives who drank instant coffee, and the superior breed who had the good judgment always to make "a new pot" of fresh-brew. He remembered watching, in near-amazement, the popular television commercials a few years back featuring the forty-something lovers who had met over a jar of. After I took his dick in and out about ten times he started breathing heavy and moaning and he told me to hold his balls in my hand. When I cupped my hand under his hairy nuts and played with them while I blew him that must have pushed him over the edge because he groaned and I felt and tasted a spurt of his jizz in my mouth. It wasn't a strong taste but I pulled back and let it run out of my mouth because I didn't want to swallow. His next squirt hit me on my cheek and chin, then he guided my.