"Don't try to talk," Leslie said more quietly. "I have to pull you awayfrom the door so that I can get it open. I'll have an ambulance here injust a...few minutes." She was sure that it would be safe to pullSamantha back away from the door by her feet, regardless of how muchpain it might cause her. After all, she had crawled across the kitchenalready.Leslie took care to keep Samantha's arm from more damage first and thengently took hold of her legs and pulled her back into the kitchen. . 'bar hopping'... tomorrow evening. He said toassure you that there would be... 'a lot of premium tail'... to befound."I smirked and shook my head, taking another sip of my drink. "Still thesame old Kirk," I mused. We were both almost 50 years old, but thanksto stem cell cloning and other medical advancements, we appeared to bein our early 30's. Kirk still acted like a horny twenty something fratboy.I sat down on my round sectional couch, drink in hand, and put my feetup on the coffee table as I. Just by giving up that sweet body of yours. Then, of course, you'd have to start doing more." He grunted and held his cock deep in her mouth for a several seconds. "Of course you're a natural whore aren't you bitch? You love the idea of becoming a fucktoy don't you?Jori felt his fat cock filling her mouth pushing deep. She felt herself trying to gag on the size and taste of him filling her mouth. She desperately breathed through her nose feeling like she wasn't getting near enough oxygen. Just. “Yes. I knew I'd have a nice office but this is something else.”“I'll let you get settled. If you need anything, I'm right outside or you can get me on '1' on the speed-dial.”“Black coffee.”, Angela commanded“Oh. Yes certainly Angela”“Miss Kingsley!”, Angela stated emphatically meeting Janet's eyes coldly.“Cc..certainly Miss Kingsley.”, Janet replied as her visage flushed into a bright red blush.“Well, go on, time is a wasting!”Feeling completely embarrassed, Janet quickly made her way out of.