Apartment 301 was kind of a holding pen– a luxurious holding pen. The door of the apartment opened and Lindie walked in, pacing around at loose ends... A minute later, the soccer player, for that’s what he was, walked into the room. He was still listening to his cellphone. Jane explained to me that even when her mike was not open, that her subject would keep listening to the relaxation tones– and waiting for their original caller to return. In turn, his girlfriend had been disconnected and was. I thought about it as Al warily eyed me. It was only a blow job and it would mean that two of the four managers would be on my side.I slowly reached for Al's zipper. The hardest part about blowing Al was that I kept losing his dick in my mouth. Al's equipment was the smallest I'd ever seen on a man. I also found out that Al's wife refused to give blow jobs so the one I gave him was his first, EVER. He was very nice about it, but I still felt like a whore.True to his word, Ken came back in. I climbed into bed at the foot end and slowly crawled forward, moving up between her thighs, but without touching her.I reached the level of her tits and I blew warm air over the buds. Her nipples hardened quickly as the heat from my mouth warmed them. The I lowered my mouth to suck one of the tender morsels into the place where that heat came from."Ohhh," she moaned arching her back to push her tit higher for me. I gave it a suck and a lick then moved to the other one for its turn to be. I had the last laugh, though, when their adult children came to take them away to a nursing home, I slept with their daughter Clara. The next people to move in were a young power couple, yuppies as they would have been known. Man did she have him on a tight leash with all her rules and regulations. She had a timetable for everything, I bet even their sex life was on a schedule. She even tried to impose schedules and timetables with me, asking me to have my living room lights off by a certain.