I would dig my nails into his back trying to hold on. You will submit to me. I would moan as if we were not in the middle of an office building. Th... only thing that would matter would be pleasure.He would grab my neck with one of his hands softly squeezing but letting me know he could squeeze harder. You will submit to me, you will know pleasure beyond your imagination. The words, its words, floated through my head. As if bouncing off the walls of my skull and refusing to leave. His hand. After a while I noticed his penis digging into me. To be honest, I'd noticed it from the start, but now I decided to do something about it. I'd heard about blow jobs. Some of my girlfriends thought they were the best thing ever, some thought they were sick, most hadn't had any experience with them. I figured if he could make me feel that good with his mouth, I should at least see if I could return the favor. I performed my first blow job and got hooked. The power you have when you take a man's. But damn, mmm.”Tabitha gives a little shudder when his hand casually brushes against her mound. She also shudders because of how much a creep this man sounds. Sure George liked them young, but he wouldn’t go past a certain age. This guy sounds like he doesn’t care what age a girl is.“So are you going to bend over like a good girl and not argue about sex or are you going to be bad and stay dressed?” he asks. “You can still be bad and argue when you’re naked. Hell, I’m sure you’ll look marvelous. Call it a research grant.”“Not a problem. Marc is on his way here with some clothes and stuff. He’s going directly to the aircraft, and we’re ready to go.”“Good. I need to pack up this laptop, get mine, and head to the airplane. Deke, are you going to be able to go?”“No problem. Let’s get that missile launched.”“Missile? I thought we were flying in an airplane,” laughed Brenda. Deke first thought she was serious and had his mouth open to explain when her laughter finally registered. He turned.