About being the peetcher. But he say hees fren, Beel Bowman, believe you are a peetcher. That ees good enough for Manuel, and what ees good, for Manue..., well, eet's good for me, too." Well. Thanks." Course, when I see what you got, I weel judge for myself. Sometime, even Manuel, you know? He can be full of sheet, like anybody. Not so much, as most people. But, hey, eet can hoppen, you know?" Not this time," I told him, with more confidence than I really felt. "From you, I need to learn how to. “Watch it,” she warned.“That’s EXACTLY what I am doing,” I proffered back.Erica had to lose another article of clothing, as she couldn’t reach another blue dot. She was now down to her black lace panties and her black lace brassiere. The Andrea was able to move away from me with a move to a blue dot.I watched as the spinner stopped on a yellow dot. The closest yellow dot was either covered or too far for me to reach, so I had to jettison my jeans. There was no way to hide the bulge that had. She still couldn't pull it off, I thought. She hadall the makings, but somehow it never quite came together. By allrights she should have gotten the executive promotion. She just didn'thave the style. But style was what I did best, and I loved it. I approached her. I crossed the room in my tailored suit. It went wellwith my chiseled jaw, 6 foot 3 inch strut, and my perfect hair. I paidattention to these things. DemCo may have claimed to be aboutsubstance, but style was what got one. And god did he fuck me, he fucked me hard and fast, just as I asked him to, thrusting his cock inside me, sometimes slow and deep and then increasing speed again. Then he turned me around and I sat on the table facing him, wanting to watch his expression as he came inside me. I wanted him to fill me so that I could go home smelling and tasting of him. I loved watching him fuck me, watching him after a week or so of mystery and teasing, allowing himself the pleasure of sliding his cock inside.