I walked over to him and leaned up to give him a kiss but couldn't resist and leaned down (but didn't have to lean much) and slipped my lips over his ...ock head, which was almost at my chest level. I used my tongue for a minute or so, got him wet, and then came back up to kiss him again, and gently kneaded the end of his cock in the palm of my hand. He reached over for my cock, and began rubbing it through my panties, and then sat back down on the bed, slipped out my cock, and took it in his. “Why?”“It limits our routes. I don’t like having only one option to get from the office to the highway or back to the house,” she said.“I’m not sure we can do much about it,” I said.Our office complex had been built close to the mountain, behind the golf course. We had paid the city for road improvements and even paid for a lift up the mountain, so people could ski, in-season, before or after work or even over lunch. It was one of the most popular perks we offered. Most of our staff had. General introductions followed before Hank, who appeared to be the main spokesman, looked at Stacy and said, “So you’re the pretty new chef who feeds us?”Shrugging, all Stacy could manage was a pathetic, “Yes.”“Jesus, bro, hats off to you. On this rig we are well fed and well paid.” Then, after a brief pause, Hank continued; “The only thing missing on this rig is pussy.” A mumble of agreement followed his summation. “Of course, when a man can’t get real pussy, then substitute pussy ain’t too. Sorry about that, needed to stop for a moment and rub myself, getting all turned on telling you the story. Anyway, M tells me that after a while V stopped wanking and leaned towards her, she was sort of tilted up on a pillow so was still at an angle where she could see the porno and V started kissing the side of her neck and face and stroking her tits. She always tells me how horny she finds it to look down and see black hands on her White skin, she loves the contrast. She carried on fingering.