J. Murphy under all the bullshit. Cath, that's what you're paid for. We have computers that can run any conceivable set of numbers in a second — and...the results usually aren't worth the paper they're printed on. The loan is approved and a check will be ready for you at two this afternoon. Why don't you take the afternoon off, bring J.J. his check, and let him buy you a few beers?"It turned into a real party that afternoon with Cathy introduced to all comers as "the best damned banker in. When I was finished, I added some bling and a colorful scarf, stepped into my heels, and sat down on the edge of the bed to organize my purse. Sometimes, the collision of feminine scents and sensations was enough to produce a surprise orgasm before I even finished getting myself dressed, but my body behaved itself tonight, and I was hoping that I’d be able to hold off until my date with Ron tomorrow. After a last, long inspection of myself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet. He had the cutest bottom which shook a little as he gently played and stroked. I had to pinch myself in case I was dreaming. At first I didn't know what to do. I'd never encountered anything like this before, at least not since the school showers, and it was all innocent then. But his slim figure and nice bottom were turning me on. I carried on watching for a little while, rubbing the bulge in my shorts, but the thought crossed my mind that I really wanted to touch his naked body, something. I eagerly swallowed, tasting his salty cum. I slowly milked his vein with my lips, savoring every last drop. When his cock was clean and there was nothing left to taste, I sat back on my heels and waited. I must have done well. He kept his eyes closed and looked like he had enjoyed the experience. While I waited, I silently went insane. The taste of cum in my mouth, the burning and the stinging, my dripping wet pussy and the fullness in my ass all became one centralized desire. My body felt.