When I place my hands on her shoulders and push, she slides obediently down until she’s level with my lewdly bobbing shaft. She doesn’t hesitate. ...er eyes flick to mine as she simply engulfs me in her greedy mouth. My eyes nearly cross in pleasure as she laps at me, cleaning me of her own arousal then sucking me in further, further still, until my cock nudges her throat.Still she doesn’t stop. Watery eyes are wide on mine as she opens for me, her hands reaching around to grip my butt, pulling. They got sport coats here?’ I asked dismissing her questioning. ‘I need a good one..’ ‘You suck. I just hope you know that.’ She said sarcastically. ‘Cool, let’s find me a sport coat.’ I giggled. There is something great about pulling one over on someone. About knowing something someone else is dying to know. We picked out a grey dinner jacket and some pants to match. After our busy day we headed back to the house and it was pushing four in the afternoon. ‘Mike I’m starving. What you want to. Junior was starting a new job on Monday but was still sure he could get the items we need without a problem. He already knew where to go to get the parts.Our next stop was to talk to Sergeant Matt Ortiz. We asked him where he was going to have the well drilled. Matt said, "I'm not sure, but it needs to be far enough away from the river and the septic field, we do not have to worry about the well becoming polluted." What if we scraped a well site half way up the hill, below the bench?" suggested. I sit back. It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty damned good for my first six months here.She smiles slightly. "In a way." She pushes her chair back from the desk, leaning back a little. "Your performance here in the past several months has been adequate." Adequate? Great. That's not too far above "sucky". She leans back a bit farther in her chair, crossing her legs and putting one of her shoes on the desk. "In some cases, more than.