We continue with small talk – when we would normally be working each other to the boiling point with heavy sex talk or at least smoldering innuendo....i start to see lights – lots – and wonder if we've come to another town. my breath catches in my throat as we drive forward and i see the huge logo...under which I can now read Your company name. Even if i would dare to talk right now, i don’t think i could manage a sentence; we’re at your plant! It’s huge and well-secured; the work You do for the. Even I do not know its true origins, though I have my suspicions. I only know how I came to possess it. I shall tell you the tale if you like?Alright, Ben thought, I’ll humor you. How about you start with who exactly you are?I went by several different names throughout my long life, but the name I was born with was Peter Bartholomew.Several names? That’s not suspicious at all, Ben thought with exasperation, And Peter Bartholomew sounds like a made up name.I assure you Benjamin, my name is. A guy (her boyfriend?), already half undressed, came into sight and starting kissing her as she took off her bra. He bent down and started kissing her pert breasts. Carrie-Anne lay down on her bed and hitched up her skirt and the guy pulled down her panties before going down on her. I'd stopped worked and could feel myself become aroused by this. After a while she got up and started giving the guy a blow job. My cock was really hard as I was imagining her outh around my on hard shaft.. I knew that it would be glorious and I was right! It’s all too graceful to be anything but natural, too beautiful to be sick or depraved or twisted,” I remarked with awe.Paige didn’t just bring Heather to orgasm once or twice. She pleasured her in ways that were unthinkable without seeing them in action. She put my neighbor on Cloud fucking Nine! By the time that Paige graduated to cunnilingus and analingus, Heather was already far beyond the point of no return. My ginger girlfriend made my.