“I was pretty sure he was well hung. I see I was right. He’s not the laziest jagoff at the office, but he’s not going anywhere great either. His...best use at work is for shit work but I am sure we can teach him a few more useful tricks.”Debbie then pulled down her pants and said, “This loser’s ex said he doesn’t eat pussy, but I’m sure we can teach him to do it and do it well.” She lowered her cunt to my face, grabbed my nuts and said that I should start slowly before gently licking her clit. The paper one had expired and I didn’t want to take the chance of registering it lawfully. One traffic stop for something stupid and we’d have to go on the offensive. We were going to go on the offensive, some day, (go public and make them let us do things our way) but I wanted that to be after a shitload of planning and preparation.I knew the primary issue in all this would be the insatiable curiosity on the part of just about everyone Bobby came into contact with to answer just one. My mind was racing with thoughts of what was on the tape. “All of it... and we watched it three times,” Carol indicated with a little smile. “I liked it,” Jill added. “Was it an academy award performance?” I asked, trying to inject some humor into an edgy moment. “Was there a reason for watching it?” I asked, not waiting for an answer to my performance question. “We were horny,” was Carol’s quick and blunt response. “And…?” I inquired, not knowing what else I should do or say. “It made us even. After that night, I decided to get everyone in on the action. It took a week or so, but next up it was April the waitresses turn to get a taste. For some reason I had a hard time getting Laura to stop by apartment that day, so I had to meet her at work for a quickie. After no more than about 60 seconds of small talk, we headed to her car (a shit box caviler). I ended up pounding her pussy for a good 10 minutes or so before cumming inside of her right there in the parking lot where she worked..