I'm rich!" Sylvia said."Sure, but that still doesn't explain me why you want to work in a bank." I thought it would be obvious ... because of the soci...l contacts you have there. Money alone doesn't make you happy, it's your friends that make you enjoy life!"Agent 1 thought about this for a moment, he looked at her eyes, and they showed no deceit or anything. Those brown eyes just looked like they were smiling at him."Well, it sounds logical," he said to her, trying to hide the fact that he was. You watched as he put his cock head to me and pushed it in. As he pushed it in, his cock squished cum from my pussy. You tried to be casual as the new men took their cocks out. You wanted to see what kind of cocks were going to fuck your wife.The man finished fucking me and as soon as he pulled out you had your cock ready and pushed into my gooey pussy before the other men had a chance. It was like a wet warm cunt filled with mush that you went into. It felt great. You knew then that you. I know you don't like me or what I do for a living, but in a few weeks I plan to move on. If you want to leave then, that's fine by me."Michael didn't believe Quince for a second. It had taken a few weeks to discover what really went on at Quince Biochemicals, after Michael had started working there. Under the cover of the company, Quince had been distributing stolen drugs and chemicals around the country. Quince avoided illegal drugs like cocaine, and concentrated on controlled, but legal,. "No, I..." he sighed in resignation. "I just never really thought of you in... you know." Right," she nodded understandingly. "That feels good, huh?" She giggled, after she ran her tongue slowly across the length of his shaft. "Yes," he moaned heavily, suddenly unable to stop his cock from pulsating; he desperately tried to picture something non-sexual, yet, nothing seemed able to stop the soon to be inevitable result. "Nope, not yet," she said and let go of his cock, sliding slightly away from.