I had to open my legs above the toilet to let all the love juices drain from my pussy, there was far too much to carry around in my pants.I did not th...nk that it took the guys long to realise I was no prude and my talk with them soon became very familiar. They were all good hard working guys the kind you could trust to be alone with. That made me relaxed and feel even hornier towards them if that was possible. I would now be leaving the grease shop or welding bay with tells a tale hand marks on. Her robe fully opened dropped to the floor. "MMMMMMM lick it baby taste my wet gash," she moaned.Her cunt opened, and I stuck my tongue in, it filled my mouth with a sticky liquid, sharper than I had tasted but thicker creamier, a thought went through my mind that I was tasting the homeless fuckers semen, but the bitch held me in place, and I wasn't ready to tell her I knew. My face held, was covered in cunt juice, my cock had begun to swell and get hard, unusual as it usually took hours after. Two stood out like halogen lights, in a parking lot full of incandescent bulbs. Yosef, an immigrant from Israel, brought a knife sharp analysts' mind to every task we gave him. His rapier wit and facility for numbers made him the go-to guy for long formulas and complicated budgets. We needed him closer, and I had him transferred to my permanent staff.Jason liked Yosef, but hated having an immigrant so close to the action.Roberta was the antithesis of Yossef. She brought an amazingly calm and. "Actually, since I picked your tattoo and I told you that it symbolizes me....You get to pick my tattoo that symbolizes you." I said. "Really? Heh.Okay.I pick a bow and arrow. Riiiiiiight......Here." His hand slid down my leg and onto my ankle."A bow and arrow? Where'd that come from?" I asked confused."Well, my name IS Hunter now.Don't hunters use a bow and arrows?" I rolled my eyes."Whatever." I leaned down and started kissing him again.Brutus came down to us and said, "If you're done eating.