Would she have to be pierced like her?The phone rang. It was her friend Sue. How about a day out shopping next Tuesday? Mary could hardly answer. She ...elt weak at the knees. Tuesday was already booked. What could she say so that Sue would not find out? Shaking, she blurted out, “I’ve got an appointment on Tuesday morning, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Praying that Sue would not ask what it was.“Are you alright?” said Sue, “you sound a bit strange.” “Do you want me to come with you?”. As he rubbed his cock on my face he’d also slap it down on my cheeks and forehead. I just looked up at him with my mouth open like a little chick waiting for his meal. “You want this? You want my cock, slut”? he gasped. I shook my head yes while I kept looking up at him. He grabbed the sides of my head and again started to fuck my face furiously. Finally as he began to cum, he pulled my head right against his stomach and shot his load down the back of my throat. I easily took every drop and as. He couldn’t help but think that she was a bit of a tease, but he figured he needed to play his cards right and who knows. He had always frowned upon office romances, but then she didn’t actually work in the same office as him. What was he thinking! She had asked for his IT skills and suddenly he was jumping into bed. He reigned in his imagination, giving himself a mental slap on the wrist and returned to his chair. By the time he opened up his inbox, there was already unread mail. He made a. "You want me to write a story about milk?" I said with a sigh. "Listen I wrote stories about potholes when I was a rookie and let me tell you they give terrible interviews. Now get down there and get me a story" He said with a laugh. Grabbing my bag I ask "What is this place called?" as I got ready to go out. "Futa Farm," He said trying to pronounce it a few different ways before giving up. "Strange name, wonder what it means," You say taking the address down. "No clue but get down there and.