I took him all the way to my throat and repeated going up and down as my head bobbed on his cock. My Boss’ breathing became sharp as he tried to hid... his pleasure on the phone with his wife.As I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, I heard he could barely talk to his wife. I stopped at the thick cock head and used my lips and tongue to tease him. Finally, he hung up the phone.Andrew smiled to me and ordered me to slid a bit more under the desk. I slid over, getting hidden from sight. Then I. "Mmmm, yes, daddy," I moaned. I just wanted him inside of me."You want this black dick, don't you, you little white slut?" Yes! Yes! God, fuck me, daddy," I begged. I was on the bed on my hands and knees now, with Tyrell standing behind me. Before I even realized his dick was out of his pants, he shoved it inside of me. I gasped, as I felt myself stretch to accommodate him. He slid my dress up around my hips as he pumped his big, black shaft in and out of me.God, he was so huge. It felt like he. We rearanged our clothes and headed back into the pub, eager to ensure nobody missed us. When I was next at work the following week, a few of the nurses gave me some funny looks. I was worried they had twigged what was going on with me and Jo but I found out that lunch time that they hadnt expected me to be quite so hands on with them as they danced. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realised that we were still in the clear. Or so I thought!Well the week rolled on and soon Fridy arrived. The day. Their new stadium is fairly small, compared to some, and there is a big yellow bridge just beyond the right field fence. I am not sure it is going to stay yellow.So anyhow, the good thing is that they have grass on the new field, real grass, and I hear that there is something of a trend of getting rid of the artificial turf. I can't remember who said he would not play baseball on anything a cow wouldn't eat, but it is a good rule. Whatever that game is they play on a rug, it ain't baseball.So.