I think it’s an option.”“Well, let me know. I might have some connections.”“I bet you do,” Zander smiled. “Ms. Yale Law alum.”“You r...ally Googled me.”“Yep!”“Should I be impressed or concerned,” she giggled.“Impressed,” he said firmly. “Can I get you some more punch?”“That’d be great!” She handed him her high quality plastic cup with a handle.“I’ll be right back,” he said taking the glass.Malak watched the lean, handsome dude walk away. She liked that his slim fit slacks hugged his muscular legs. Besides the Sea Kayak gave him a sense of danger, an adrelline rush, fighting through the waves, navigating the currents and fighting the hot sun as it beat down on his muscular body. He was good shape for someone in his late 40's. He could still feel very comfortable without a shirt on and he knew his ample package was more than most ever thought about having. Although, as long as it had been since he had been able to use it, he was beginning to wonder if it still worked.It was about 7 when. Seeing I'm in charge now, I look Bridgett in the eyes and say, "I want to shove my fat cock all the way down your throat."She begins stroking my dick, her hands not able to grasp it completely. I am hot as hell now, my throbbing cock protruding from my body like a massive cucumber. She licks my swollen red head, and, surprising her, I grab her head and begin forcing my massive cock into her throat. She begins gagging, and i feel her hot spit flowing around my throbbing member. I ram deeper. Smiths desk, which was unsurprisingly messy, strewn with papers, pencils, and sticky notes. Taylor regulated her breathing, counting silently in her head. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2. Hello, Taylor. Taylor managed a smile up at him. Hello, Mr. Smith. Whats this about? Her breathing began to grow irregular. It took all her control to keep herself together. This was the first time she had spoken to him one on one. It was like walking into some sort of dream or a pleasurable nightmare. Its about your.