I’m definitely looking forward to tomorrow night…”The next evening around 8pm a dark limousine pulled up at the valet desk of the exclusive Impe...ial hotel in downtown Manhattan. Sandra Curtis gave the valet her car keys as she joined Bebe Lazaro and Natalie Jones in the lobby. They had booked a dinner table for four and were expecting the Senator to join them. A few minutes later a chauffeur-driven silver Cadillac pulled up at the hotel entrance and Janet Johnson-Smyth entered the lobby. Bebe. "Uncle Bob, he did something to the extruders. The operator can't get them to heat up." Jim Horton stood by the operator's station and stared at the inoperable pipe extruder.The operator interrupted. "He didn't do anything to the machines. Hank always inspects the equipment before he lets it go online. These machines are so old he has to baby them to get the daily production runs out of them." Do your damned job or you're fired." Jim Horton was scared. He realized he was in over his head. He. “Can I have my say now?” Roxie demanded.“No,” he replied and went into a desk drawer and pulled out a form.He started writing something on the form. Roxie read the name tag over the pocket on his uniform blouse: M. Thibodeau. He had sergeant’s stripes on his khaki sleeves.“Name?” he grunted at last.“Roxanne Pringle,” Roxie sighed.“Age?”She told him. He went through the whole list: address, occupation, everything. When Roxie told him that she was from Appleton, New York he looked up for a. She cupped one hand under my nut sack and gently started massaging my balls, while she pumped my member with her other hand and mouth, up and down my shaft. I could not believe what I was witnessing. This lady was amazing. Watching her beautiful lips making love to my cock was more than I could take. She looked up and as we made eye contact, she gave me a wink. It had been less than 2 minutes and already I could feel my climax coming, “Bonnie, I’m going to cum….” She showed no sign of.