It was signed simply with his initials and Miranda found she was shaking by the time she had finished reading it. Well! She thought to herself, he co...ld have at least asked her! And if he so couldn’t do without a personal assistant, then why send Peter away? She thumped the nearest folder down in front of her and began to type furiously, her fingers punching out every letter on the keyboard. ‘What did the keyboard do, to deserve such abuse?’ She looked up into that smug face, who once again. “Okay then, hopefully I’ll see you when you return,” I replied. “Sure thing,” Arlene replied I returned to the hotel room. Patricia was still in bed snoring. I sat at the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. A few hours later Patricia and I were at the beach enjoying the sun and surf. * The beach was not crowded this morning. There is something about the beach that really gets my testosterone flowing. It is most likely due with the fact that I lost my virginity as a teenager on a beach.. Then it was my turn again!Burke turned to me and, from closer range, blessed my waiting face with more of his sperm. Some of it was now falling to the floor, and some was finding its way to the corners of my mouth. I licked at it and noticed Mr Burke watching."Eat it up, little girl." he said softly.I turned to Grover and our eyes met."Mom." he began."Hush, honey." I said.Grover began to take the semen from his face and lick it from his fingers. All the while, Mr Burke looked on. His cock moved. “You’re getting all messy,” he said, watching the ice creamroll down the side of the cone onto her hand. “Maybe it’s too much foryou to handle.” “Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at that.Twisting the cone in her hand, she looked it over carefully. “I thinkI’ve handled bigger,” she said, a wicked note creeping into her voice.Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight upthe ice cream, her.