“If not, I’ll get the ball rolling.”There were none, so the meeting ended and we left the conference room. Cindi followed me to my office.“Tha...ks,” she said.“You’re welcome. You did exactly what I had hoped you would do - find a way to make it work. You’re very good at what you do and I’m very glad to have you here.”“Oh, I’m very good all right!” she smirked.“You get a written, notarized permission slip from Chris, then we’ll find out one way or the other. Otherwise, go sell something to. Her Daddy moaned, and she sat up, worried for a second that she washurting him, but he smiled down at her, looking really happy. She wentback down, putting the end of it into her mouth this time, and her Daddyseemed to like that better, so she started moving forward, getting as muchinto her mouth as she could. She felt it shake a little, and she tastedsomething really salty in her mouth, and in surprise, swallowed most ofit.The dick got a little smaller and started sagging, and she looked at. “Oh you are a good little cock sucker” he says as he pulls from my mouth. He looses my nipples and again slaps my pussy hard. I can’t help it, a moan escapes my lips. “Mmmmm, ahhhh”.Then he’s there between my legs, impounding me. Slowly in and out. He squeezes my tits, kneading them. He pinches each nipple in turn, then he’s rubbing on my clit. “Oh, Oh, Oh” my fists clench, my pussy tightens and pulses. I start to cum with this guy inside me. With my pussy milking his cock he slams hard into. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in, further polluting the air.The crowd matched the décor. Cocktail dresses with skirts that had never covered a knee and necklines that varied from navel to throat. The larger the bust they were sewn to display, the lower they fell. Those rising to the throat were sans backs, allowing the wearers dance.