I had a little more dignity. I thought he was a hot dish too, but I wasn't letting him fuck me where I work. My daddy always told me "Don't shit where...you eat."During the day, I noticed Dr. Jones giving his therapeutic chair massages to some of the residents. He actually told people they were therapeutic. This guy was getting these women off. He was sexually enjoying them in a very harmless way. He of course was playing with their breasts. I was just shocked that the women didn't seem to care.. Admiring his work thus far? Moving his gaze back to my eyes, Mark brought his hand back to caress my face. Open your mouth he commanded again. As I did so, he stuck four fingers into my mouth. I started to gag but held back as much as I could. Look at me he yelled. Through my watering eyes I looked into Daddy's eyes. as he was smiling has began to move his fingers in and out of my mouth. It felt like he was finger fucking my mouth. I could hear the sucking sounds as he brought his hand in and. The scream left my mouth before I could think. His penetration was all I could think of. He was finally inside me...buried. He stayed that way, still, for just a little while. His body shifted as he lowered himself onto me, bringing my legs with him. I felt my pussy open wide as he brought my legs to my chest. His cock went even deeper. "Ready, my love?" he asked me quietly.I bit my lower lip instead of answering him and I knew he was watching my response. He must have gotten my message,. John lifted the small vial filled with a clear syrup to the overhead lamp and looked at it. After only two years of research he had been able to accomplish what everyone else had considered impossible. Just then the stainless steel double doors to his lab burst open and a troupe of security guards and the Vice-President to GenenCorp charged in. Not knowing why, John quickly shoved the stoppered tube in his pants pocket and went to greet his boss. ‘Hello, Mr. Evans. What’s going on with the.