" She grinned. "How about a complete organizational chart for the terrorist organization from Yuusif to the top dog in Lebanon? The top dog, by the wa..., is a Lebanese named Hassan Naswalla"David laughed. "Cyber Deep Throat rides again, huh?"She chuckled. "Yeah. Any luck with your meeting with Johnson's CEO?"It was his turn to grimace. He briefly outlined what had happened.Nora said, "I've met Paul Fisher, David. He's one of the power brokers in the city." Yeah, well, he's also an asshole."Nora. How does that sound?"Cliff looked at Sandy, who shrugged. "Why don't you do it then," Cliff said. Sam got up to go.Stacey saw the meeting was breaking up and brought in the mail. There was a very large Federal Express mailing tube for Cliff, marked "Personal & Confidential". He opened it, curious about its contents and found that it was a large calendar, along with a rather lengthy letter from JL Wilson. Cliff glanced at the letter, then unrolled the calendar. He asked Sam if he had a minute,. "Rub your clit," he demanded. "I want you to get wet so I can slide in." I rubbed away, since i was already wet i had no problem getting more aroused for him. He spit again and again, finally lining his cock up at my pussy's opening. I felt him ease in gently... not what I expected. But the gentle in and out did not last long.Suddenly he pulled out and stood up. When I tried to stand he pushed me back down. "Stay," was all he said as he walked toward the kitchen. I watched him walking, fully. In a mock French accent I say “Mademoiselle, would like special sauce for your meat? Each serving is freshly prepared just for you, I am preparing it as we speak.”Sandy smile broadens. “Just jerk off on my hamburger already!” I feel the spasms begin and move closer to the plate – Sandy begins giggling as I point my erection at her open sandwich and ejaculate onto the burger. An unusual but very pleasing orgasm travels through me – I grab the top of the bun and wipe my glans across it as I.