I answered some of Clark's questioned about rumors he'd heard about future plans from the home office. When I got off the phone, I had Jerry Davis's h...me phone number, and permission to bring him down to Alabama for as long as he was needed. I had grown fond of Jerry when I'd been at the plant in Dover. He was rough, gruff, and profane, but he knew everything there was to know about maintaining baking and related machinery, and he wouldn't be intimidated being set down, all alone, in the middle. "My God Sunny, you look gorgeous." Thank you kind sir."Shall we go."They arrived at the University Club at 7:20 and Bear handed the keys over to the valet. The hostess seated them at a nice table near the dance floor. The waiter arrived a moment later."Your usual Mr. Campbell?"Yes please." And would the lady care for a cocktail?Sunny ordered a vodka martini."Does everyone in this town know what you like Bear?" Sunny smiled."Not quite, this is where I usually meet with my dissertation. I grabbed the base of his cock and latched my lips onto the tip, sucking hard. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked breathlessly. I moaned against him and began stroking him hard with one hand and sucking on him with my mouth. My other hand was still between his legs, applying a slight pressure to his balls. “Oh – God!!” he managed to get out as he spurted his hot jizz into the back of my throat. I pushed a little more on his balls and he let out a loud moan. His body convulsed slightly. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg as I think about it. I don’t care about the photograph of your boring wife you keep in your wallet. Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do the things to you that I can. You know those moments when you look at me, and I’m sliding my pen in and out of my hot, little mouth? Well, I’m not attempting to work out the answer to your question. I’m pretending.