She had short bob-cut hair and sported a nose ring. Her legs were slightly spread and displayed a thick bush of pubic hair. One could see the pink sli... of her cunt – just barely. Her ass was huge and overflowed off the stool.I stood by her in my dressing gown, the bulge of my engorged tool visible. She looked up at me longingly. I undid the knot of the belt on my dressing gown and exposed my erect manhood in her face – eight inches of hard meat. The purple head of my cock glistened – the. . ' I gave Jon a call. I knew a little about his recent project and the fact that Susan was one of his bottlenecks."Hey Jon, how's it going bud? Busy?" Just a bit, Susan's just returned a whole bunch of stuff that she says is my bloody responsibility and it's hers! Thinks she's God, trying to tell me how to configure this system. I have to get the whole team to change what they're doing just to make sure she and the rest of her golfing buddies are satisfied. The bitch."I listened quietly and. I stopped using the phone, and began to make my local sales calls and follow-ups in person, driving by. Ironically, my business grew while my life diminished. Checking the house became routine, but then, one day, it was there: the strange car in the driveway.I know the are flings, mistakes, momentary lapses in judgement that can be overcome. But there is also the real deal. I would see. There are a variety of responses available: violence, confrontation, spitefull revenge, flight, even denial.. He and his wife made good money and it showed. This was a big Mercury Grand Marquis, so I knew that I was going to have plenty of room for a proper blowjob, even with me being over six feet tall, compared to his five foot six, one hundred and thirty five pounds. He'd have had room in the back of an old VW Bug. Looking in, I saw his cock was hard as Harold rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. Probably in an effort to not touch his cock as much as in anticipation. When I pulled the door.