The boardroom was watching silently not moving a muscle while Merriam and I worked ourselves into a sexual trance-like state.“I want to fuck everyon... and everything in this room.” I said as the eroticism took hold of my body.“Start with Tobey.” She said.Tobey was office playboy with Paul Newman good looks and equally stunning blue eyes. With a leering look I walked across the boardroom table grabbing Tobey by the lapels pulling him onto the table and by his collar dragged him back over to where. Chapter 9It was 1962 when Buford Jones got his first job as a stockboy at the grocery store in a dusty corner of rural Georgia. He liked the boss well enough, he treated Buford decently and even let him take home food to his brothers and sisters at the end of each week. Buford worked hard and even got a promotion to work out front stocking shelves, which was rare to be among white customers. One particular woman, the wife of the local sheriff always gave Buford a thrill when she came into. She got up and sat in the front of the boat hoping to see them soon. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the image of a dolphin. Soon she heard clicks and whistles. She looked down in the water. There they were; swimming right beside her. Jumping and clicking away, as they chatted with each other. She motioned for Mack to slow down the boat. He did but he didn’t know why he did. She leaned over the side of the boat. Clicking a series of whistles to the dolphins. Mack could not believe his. Jonathon usually only came once a day with Brenda.He was a thoughtful fellow and sometimes felt selfish when he asked for a blowjob instead of a fuck, but today he was not troubled by such considerations.He was in the mood for plenty.Brenda stood before him, reaching down. She was almost as tall as he, and they looked into each other's eyes as her deft hands began to open his fly. She drew the zipper down with tantalizing slowness, pulling it back up an inch, lowering it two inches, until.