"As I followed him to his office I thought things might be looking up, but that hope was dashed as soon as the door closed behind us."The client calle... and is very unhappy with the proposal we sent. You have to fly out there this afternoon and see what we can do to salvage the account. Mellisa has your tickets and itinerary, and John - don't fuck this up. If we lose Johnson heads will roll."Great I thought, just fucking great! If we lose the account, and it sounds as if we already have, and I'm. “Bullshit, Woman. This isn’t the time to argue,” he said as he picked her up, still protesting, and hurried to the fire, some part of his mind wondering at how light she felt in his arms.After sitting her on the cook stool, he threw a half dozen pieces of split wood on the fire before pouring a cup of coffee. Dumping some sugar and a couple of spoons of creamer in, he stirred it a bit before handing the cup to her. “Here. Drink this while I warm up some of that stew we had left over.”Done. She was walking back to campus from her job at "Linens and Things." Kayla was not a fashion model in her bodily proportions, tending more on soft and cuddly than the stick figure of a mannequin. She was, at five feet two inches, the epitome of the old song, Has Anybody Seen My Gal, with her five foot two eyes of blue and currently naked showing exactly what her five foot could do.The problem Kayla faced was dressed in the gray shirt and black pants of the West Hamlin Police Department. Two. My ex had always been nervous and self-conscious, but Sarah seemed so at ease and was being so vocal. I was loving it. And so, apparently, was Sarah. It wasn’t long before she started to squirm, then her body erupted into orgasm. She moaned and panted and her whole body shook. Even after her orgasm had subsided, I just wanted to continue. I felt like I could have stayed down there all night, but she grabbed my head and pulled me back upwards and into a kiss.“Hmph?” I grunted.“Fuck me, Sam,” she.