Her nails dug into my skin as my tongue cramped up but I kept on, determined to push her to heights of sexual ecstasy she could never have imagined. I...wanted her to know that she wasn’t fucking her boyfriend, she was fucking a man – I wanted her to come so hard that every time she fucked in the future she would be trying to recapture that split second when my tongue was inside her in just the right way and her orgasm had rippled throughout her body. Finally, I got my reward – a wave of cum all. The ruse that was used for each Junior Exec was different, but for some reason, meeting or whatever, each wasn't seen for the rest of the day and was listed for another meeting on Monday to explain their absence. It worked like clockwork because no one seemed to notice the regularity, every two weeks or so, that another of us wasn't around for the four day weekend.Thinking back on my fateful Friday, I remembered I'd been told right after I got to my desk to leave a message on my Voice Mail Box. "What will you miss the most?" I asked."Oh, the fairways under Daedalus! Playing golf is so much fun in lunar gravity!"I grinned back. "I know. I'll definitely have to replicate some of the courses on Tierra."Melanie laughed. "Think how hilarious it would be if you put them on the surface! Mankind's first mission to its sister planet, and they land on a golf course!" There is precedent, you know. The astronauts tried to play golf on the moon."Melanie nodded and sighed. "The moon, so much. . with a little thousand island dressing on the side?"Susan laughed and returned the look into his eyes. "I go better with honey mustard."Smirking laughed and said, "Sounds good. Maybe, I'll sample that someday. But today, I guess I'll settle for a Rueben sandwich and beer." I'll keep the honey mustard waiting!" Susan said in a suggestive tone. She left to put in his order.When she came back with his beer she asked, "So whatcha been up to today, Big Tipper?" I finally found a place to live and.