‘Hey, Stacy.’ I walked up to her and she handed me my coffee, I actually realized how sexy Stacy look in her ‘secretary outfit’. Her skirt hu...ged her large hips nicely, my, my, my was she a catch. Stacy’s blouse was showing from the top of her jacket, two of the buttons were undone, her gorgeous tits were any minute from popping out. There is a rumor going around that Stacy and her boyfriend broke up and I wasn’t going to miss my chance. ‘Hello, Mr. Duke. You are 3 minutes early to before you. "Please stop sir i don't want to loose it yet." He smacked me"i wil do as i please your my slave now" He grabbed my hair and put his hug limp cock in front of me."suck it" I opened my mouth sucking it slowly it started to taste good so i got faster swirling my tong around it. It started to grow it got to 9 or 10 ins. "Fuck you like my dick don't you damn." He throw my head back."Well it is your pussies turn now"he went right between my legs. I begged him to not do it but he did not listen. He. She had ginger hair, a round face liberally sprinkled with freckles, and a pair of pale blue eyes which regarded me dispassionately over a snub nose and wide mouth. Her chin could be compared to that of a female Tyson. Judging by the heft of her she would have been a match for Mike, in or out of the ring.She stuck out her hand and shook mine, vigorously."Hello, Mister Desmond, I'm Philomena Quinn, Miss Walsh's PA." Her voice, although well-educated, held an echo of the dulcet tones of an Ulster. A nearly successful attempt at a hit resulted in me killing the hitter who was briefly involved with one of my best friends… only I didn’t kill her. An apparent new player on the block had taken care of her for me. That in itself had opened a whole new can of worms. Was the new player an enemy or an ally? If the new kid on the block was an ally, why didn’t he or she make themselves known to me? What the fuck was going on? The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Montoya would.