"Yes Mistress," replied the man."And you've destroyed all other files?" Charles inquired firmly."As you commanded, Master," confirmed the man."Have yo... been contacted by any other Masters or Mistresses?" Charles demanded to know."No Master," answered the man, "you're the first." And you're the only one at your corporation that knows what was done?" Connie inquired."Yes Mistress," replied the man, "I was the corporate liaison with the government on this project." So what did the rest of your. ***Back then, I was a normal surfer dude. I had the good tan, long messy hair, I hung out at the beach, like all the time. If I wasn't in the water on my board, I'd be talking to the babes, or getting a tan.One day when I was walking onto the beach, this hot chick named Sandi stopped me."Hey Chuck." she said."Hey yourself." Surfs up today." I know. I can't wait." Hey, before you hit the waves, I have a favor to ask you." What's that?" You see, there's a bunch of us girls who are circulating. I tried to play it cool, so I responded with a casual What do you need him for, I mean, Im here and you said yourself Ive got a bigger cock. Hahahaha…I guess youre right. Why not? she said as she sidled over towards me. She had lust in her eyes as she tore off my belt and my cargo shorts and pulled my now fully erect cock out from my button-hole plaid boxers. I never even had a girl touch my cock before…and here I had a now-partially drunk girl about to put it in her mouth? Shit! As she licked. .”“Mine?”Carlotta beamed, thinking of the hours she’d spent with Matilda’s head buried between her legs.“Amazing.“Jason put the bowl of cream down, and slowly stepped towards his boss. She froze in place, her heart racing, blood pumping furiously throughout her veins. His hands moved up and cupped both of her breasts, and his head slowly dipped down to meet hers.As per Matilda’s instructions, Carlotta was wearing a pair of short shorts; they were black-and-white checked, like traditional chef.