"Darcie and Francesca want to call a vote on something." What?" she asked."I dunno."About a half-hour later, I felt that pipe lifted off my cock. A pa...r of hands started feeling me up, stroking my cock and kneading my balls.Was it Leiko? No one else had ever came into that room to fondle me, so who else could it be? Well, I just lay there and enjoyed it.Then I felt moist lips tickle the head of my cock."Oh! Oh! Oh!" I moaned.After a month, I had come only a handful of times, and only upon being. The sound of a zipper coming undone. My zipper. I remember a tugging sensation. His hands again. My chest. My jeans and boxers yanked down. Cool air on my ass. Both of us stumbling back. Bumping into the dining table. Roughly being turned around. Bent. That was me, me being bent over the table. My jeans around my ankles.My God! If the first part was a blur, the next part was anything but. No, if anything, the next part is crystal clear and in painfully sharp focus. He had me over the table, ass. Walking into the bathroom, I stripped of my beige pinstripe suit, white blouse and black heels. Stepping in the shower, I turned on the hot water, my cold aching body welcomed the scalding hot water.I moaned lightly, as the water caressed my nipples, making them stand at attention. Slowly sliding my hand over my wet soapy body, I pressed lightly on my clit, sending chills through me.After I rinsed and dried off, I slipped on my tank and boy shorts, and crawled into bed. I opened up one of my. I didn't have much competition for winning the contract, and the contract terms were very specific that Mallard was looking for the very cheapest provider ... quality and service be damned.After I was finally awarded that contract the terms don't provide me with much if any actual profit. Knowing that cost was his only criteria, I'd carefully lowballed my bid, hoping that by getting a foot in the door, so to speak, I could attract some of the other corporate clients in his other buildings but.