"Sure. Could you give me a hand?" Ryan gestured at the case. "Sorry, it's a pain to get that out by myself right now." "No problem." Brody nodded and ...elped her get her synth set up, then handed her the laptop bag at her request. Ryan smiled but kept her eyes down as she scrolled through her files. She didn’t know why she was so unsettled. She ran things by the band all the time, and sometimes by some other friends uninvolved in music so that she could get a more objective opinion. Choosing. My hands are all over your body, your hands in my hair. My mouth is on yours, my tongue probing, dying to taste you. Our bodies are starting to move of their own volition, our skin still damp as the heat radiates around us in the chilly hallway. I break first, reaching for my ID and sliding it through a panel in the wall. We push through the door and up the staircase, and with another swipe of my card, the door opens into a large room with a glass floor. Underneath the floor are giant. I was still stroking him and he could feel a throb from my organ too.I looked at him and asked, "Can I take this farther?" He smiled, and I went to my knees in front of him. I moved in and thought how I was about to feel a man in my mouth for the first time in decades. I was so hard and my dick was pointing up. I moved my hand down to his base then studied his cock for a moment. It was hot, with veins running up and down it, and a prominent head. And his balls were hanging very. Or I did, anyway.”The brilliance of her smile coupled with her beauty almost knocked the poor girl flat. With a hard shake of her head, she regained control and made a call. “You may go right in,” she said. “They’re both in Mr. Morrison’s office.”Both men rose as she entered the office and greeted her warmly. When she responded with another warm smile, the two executives were almost knocked flat.Morrison, the chairman, was the first to recover. “Miss Kane, you are without question the most.