“Look, Mom. I need to go because I’m going on a date.”“Don’t lie to me, young man. We’re going to–”“I am going on a date. Or trying ...o, anyway.”“She doesn’t believe you?” Denise asked, and then giggled.His mother had started to say something, but the sound of Denise’s voice had apparently reached her. “W-who was that?”“Denise. Can I go now, Mom?”“I... You’re going on a date. William, Rodney is going on a date. Yes, with a girl.”“Mom. Mom,” Rodney called out, interrupting the conversation with. Courtney was waiting for me to issue the firearms to them as they signed the paper work. All the permits were in, even the three that were going to have to improve to my satisfaction before September.Sly and Becky were in business suits working as office help. Cindy was on video conference with them about the problems with electronic time reporting they were trying to solve and from eavesdropping on the conversation, they were making progress.Dean Skaggs had come in and was standing by my side. Hans thought this would probably be the most dangerous part of his plan for he would have to smuggle the fake packages into his office, switch the packages, and then smuggle the real packages out of the office without being observed by his staff.“Hans had come to believe the money in the numbered accounts was being stolen from Germany by Goering, so the second part of his plan was, he would cooperate with his superiors’ plan to transfer funds from Germany to the Swiss bank. At the proper time,. "Ready!" Hastily I feel a bigger object press against my dilated sphincter. Two hands firmly grab my hips. I feel the object getting rammed in my asshole my bosses body slapping against my reddened wheels. My head pops up. A loud muffled scream escapes my knickers filled mouth. The thrusting continues long slow strokes to start . "What a good slut taking all 12 inches in that nice red bum. " I can hear pleasure in the voice. A hand grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head back, forcing me to.