Jim had started rigging an observation post here similar to what he had done at DP3, but had not had time to finish. His observation post still gave t...em a good look at DP2, but did need work. Fortunately, there was no trouble at DP2, so they were able to move on to DP1 without delay.DP1 was just as Josh had left it. Jim had not felt the need to make any changes, so Josh was right at home. Again, there was no trouble here, so Josh was able to get to Smithville before the office closed, and Jim. You place my right leg over your left shoulder and then my left leg over your right shoulder and as I brace my back against the wall, you lift me up and then again dive into my cunt. You pin my forearms to the shower wall so you can keep your balance, but again, to soften my thrashing. As I convulse, I try not to crack my head against the wall but it’s so hard to control myself as you keep making me cum. It’s almost painful, but not quite. You balance that edge of pain and pleasure so. He’s some sort of a manager, I guess. I don’t really care what he does. I see him every morning. He comes in at about 8:30 am, says hello, and scurries back into the building. Sometimes I try to engage him in conversa- tion. He either pretends he doesn’t hear me or mumbles something about needing to get to work. Once he came in wearing a nice suit since he had to give some sort of a presentation. I whistled at him and he tuned a deep shade of red and almost ran back to. ." Save the self-righteous act, Don. I may not be a permanent member of the band, but the show reflects on me too. And last night reflected badly on all of us. Last night we were the Barrier Riff that John predicted we would be. We were out of sync. We missed notes, hell, you missed an entire verse. It can't happen again. I won't stand for it." Just who the..." Shut up, Don. This is for your own good. Give me the cell phone, go get on the bus, put the seat back and take a nap. I'll wake you in.