”“Option four; you all leave now. If you choose option four, it will be recorded at the meeting that you refused to comply with the laws as writte... and you will be dehorned. Appropriate action will be taken.”“That’s four options, not three, I thought you could count?” he replied angrily.“I threw the last one is as a warning. I’d like to think that you are smart enough to know what will happen if you choose option four,” I replied seriously.He looked at me and then at the people who had come to. She'd wait and let me make a move or give an order. It was a little frustrating but I didn't care. Her body was so fucking hot. She was big up top and bottom and she had a cute smile, not that she was showing it now."Take off your..." Before I even finished my sentence, she had pulled the bra over her head and her two perfect tits hung free. Round and full they had nipples like the hard erasers at the end of pencils. My cock was so hard now, I dared myself to step forward. I reached out and put. Oh, it's a lot like that video, but not quite. She sucks my cock and slaps it against her rosy cheeks. She speaks all manner of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Her husband becomes the enamoured onlooker feverishly tugging his cock. Just like the video so far? I suppose you could say it is. But that is why it has become 'that dream.' In my dream, her husband watches and licks his lips and encourages her to perform. But then, he is suddenly on his knees next to his wife, with his. As they talked, Julie learned a little about her.She was a doctor over from India to do her Ph.D. at the John Lyons School of Medical Research, another research school on campus. However, she had just moved into an office in the new hospital. Anjolie had obviously been diverted from her Ph.D. into some kind of side project.Julie kept asking Anjolie what, exactly, she was working on, but she always managed to evade Julie's questions by the simple expedient of responding with another question of.