She had the broadest smile I had ever seen on her face. There was a satisfaction there that shone through. It made her look lovely and radiant. I was ...esmerized. I couldn’t speak. I just put my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me. I kissed her again and again. She was responding to me. She was reaching down to touch me. Her hand tentatively touched my manhood. She wrapped her hand around me holding me. I felt it starting to get hard. She asked, “What is going on? Did I do something?”. "The AI agreed with that assessment, which is why Brandy came to check on you. Now the question is did Brandy distract you worse than telling this story?" I nodded unhappily. I knew my agreement would mean that Brandy probably got paddled. After all part of the reason that she came to interrupt me was that I needed to concentrate on work. Instead she had spent a good deal of the remainder of my watch shift kissing me."Brandy," James said sternly, "part of being a sponsor is being responsible. And I was happy, I thought. My right hand had an intimate connection with my privates, my fantasies were the equal of anything you could imagine, so to speak, and what the hell else could I need? Work was absorbing, challenging and frustrating, just as it should be. I had money, not much, but then I didn't need a great deal.I have no idea why I went out with the girls that night, nor why I drank so much, and I sure as Hell can't tell you why I took Tom home. Unless I wasn't so in love with my. He texted Eli and told him that the sales skank was getting too nosy. For all the nonsense and looks people shot their way, Durrell figured he should go ahead and fuck Eli’s narrow behing on general principle alone. If he was going to be accused of it, perhaps he should just see what it was like.------------------After all, it wasn’t like he never heard a DL dude fuck his cuz. In fact, he’d listened to Arron bust Eli’s asspussy on two separate occasions. The first time, they thought Durrell was.