I walked in thedoor and there must have been at least 10 people in the waiting room. Iwent to the receptionist and was handed a clipboard with an appl...cationwhich I filled out and returned to the receptionist.Eventually I was taken back in the offices and they sat me in front of acomputer where I had to do all of these skill tests with Microsoft Officeproducts. I also had to do a "words per minute" test in Word. I finishedand was shown to a cubicle where I met with a recruiter who. I grab hold of the back of your head with a handful of hair in either hand; you let out a little moan but know by the look in my eyes exactly what I want. With nothing said you slowly open your mouth wider and wider, sticking out your tongue. I line up my cock with your open mouth and slowly push it inside, using your tongue as a guide to the back of your throat. Deeper and deeper I push as our eyes never break contact. I feel the first bit of resistance from you and I’m only 2 thirds of the. But I would never have guessed the content.My darling, lovely, Peter,If you're reading this, I have, as I expect, lost my fight with the big 'C'. It seems strange that this will be the last time I speak to you in this life, and that you won't be able to respond to me. I have asked Sister to hold this letter and to post it at least six months after I leave this life, so you have time to get over my death, at least a little.I want to tell you that just knowing you has been worth every minute of. "What are you looking at?" she teased."I'm looking at your cunt, Gemma," he said, spitting out the consonants slowly.She loved it when he talked to her like that. She flushed and felt her pussy - no, her cunt! - twitch in response. She could see that a firm ridge was developing in his shorts."You're such a cock-tease, sitting there in your wet bikini with your legs apart like that. Now look what you've done. That's your fault, you naughty girl."She looked at the growing peak in his shorts.