"And maybe Monday morning you will. But that would go against your reputation of not letting personal feelings influence your business decisions. I'm ... good First Reader and a better Junior Editor. The fact that we disagree on a book shouldn't get me fired."Thomas Crown smiled at Gene's boldness. "No," he said, "It shouldn't."You have yourself a Merry Christmas, Mr. Tolliver." Then he turned to the fascinated audience and wished the table and all within earshot a Merry Christmas. He looked back. Still standing, Byron reached out and began sucking Eileen’s nipples. She absolutely loves that, I and I knew her pussy would be wet in seconds. They returned to the bed and resumed their make out session. Eileen loves to be on top, and soon moved down Byron’s body, licking his neck, his nipples, and down his stomach. She grabbed his cock and pointed it straight up, then leaned down to lick the pearly drop from the end of it. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, stopping. "He doesn't have a chip."The vet explained, "Everybody uses them these days. The microchip is the size of a grain of rice that is inserted under the skin. It's a transponder that contains a code we can use to identify the animal. He's not a dog we've seen here at the clinic."The vet checked the dog's teeth and gave him a very thorough examination. "He's in excellent shape for having been abandoned. He needs to gain some weight. I can't tell you his exact age, but from the teeth and his general. He held her hips still with his big strong hands. She felt his fingers pressing into her flesh and she knew she'd have bruises later. "Please. Please master." She whispered. He moved one of his hands from her hip and grabbed at the neckline of her dress, pulling it down so her breasts were spilling out. He grabbed her left breast, squeezing the nipple. She started to whine again. "What's that? I can't hear you. Please...what?" He leaned over her and licked the nipple of her other breast before.