The security guard nodded to them as they pulled their hands apart and boarded the elevator.Rob Costello was waiting with Bonita Nejara because Phil w...s running a few minutes behind schedule.“Sorry, Rob,” Phil told him. “I was running a little late this morning. We’re house-sitting for my parents and I forgot how brutal traffic can be.”“No worries,” Rob replied genially. “What we have to discuss won’t take too long.”“I’ll give you whatever time you need,” Phil promised. “Come on in.”Phil. And Adam, you better not leave me hanging. I'm going last so you better be sure you can keep it hard for me."Adam didn't get a chance to answer. He felt pressure on either side of his head and a fresh pussy landed on his lips. From the weight, he could tell it was Sarah."I'm going to get a head start," she said. "Lick me real good, Adam. That's perfect, baby. I'm going to slip forward. Lick my butthole, too. God, I love that."Adam felt something on his chin and he realized Sarah was fingering. She squeeze the head of his cock between two fingers and felt him flinch from the sensitivity. “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred, sliding her pussy over his outstretched hand. “Y-yeah…” he breathed. “Maybe next time, I’ll let you fuck me.” She smiled devilishly and pulled away from him. They all started to redress and Damien threw a rag from a nearby cleaner’s station to Liza for her to clean the desk of their mixed juices. As they left the boardroom, Liza smacked Damien’s hard ass. “It. I’m all about the mathematics in everything in this life. Criminology to me is a lot of nonsense, at least until you get to the forensics part, which I can actually wrap my head around. Miss Booty looked me up and down, then told me how pleasantly surprised she was to meet a brother in the sciences. I extended my hand, and introduced myself. I felt tempted to say something corny like ‘Raphael Dorvil, Haitian-Canadian gentleman at your service’ but settled for simply telling her my name. Black.