I sucked him hard as he wanted, as he moaned loud.But he suddenly pulled his dick back through the hole. I thought maybe he would not like to cum.But ...hen the door opened and the man pushed his way in.We both stared at each one…He was a black man but his skin was not so dark. He smiled as he guessed my mind, saying he was Moroccan. The guy was my age, but much bigger, stronger and muscled than me.He said in his deep voice that he loved my bald head; but he added than now he wanted to fuck me in. “But no, I’m not interested in baked goods—at least not with production and sales.”“You may be after we expand and go global,” Chance quips.“We’ll see at that point then,” Chris says with a smirk. “No, what I’m here for is to see if you cater.”“We have on occasion,” Chance confirms.“I have a Christmas party coming up for my headquarters,” the man explains.Seeing dollar signs and a chance to push his plan forward, Chance simply nods, betraying nothing. “I think that could be something we can. It'll be good for you to get out of the office. You're looking pale, Marcus."Maybe it was the circumstances, or in comparison to Reese's tan, or maybe blood was collecting in my dick. "Yes sir."Reese stood and jogged around the desk to give her uncle a hug. He shied away, as if her touch was poison. Then she exited the office first, her ass swaying."I need to call home," I said.Reese swiped the keys from my palm. "Fine. I'll meet you in the garage."I called Harriett from my office as I shuffled. I made her fettucine alfredo with lemon shrimp. Why am I giving you that detail? Because shrimp is sexy. Well, not really but gotta go with something. We were sitting at her table, drinking some white wine while I took off the plates.“That was really good,” Amy said while she watched me. She stretched out her legs, looking at me while she sipped at her wine glass. “If you keep feeding me like that, I’ll gain 20 pounds.”“I guess I’ll have to find a way to work it off of you.” I turned around,.