Freelancers all, we each had our areas of expertise, with some overlap, and we all knew the complexities involved. We were a fairly diverse bunch: fou... men from their twenties to forties, and one thirty- something woman.It was a job worth big bucks, one key part of a larger project worth many times more. The idea of a missed deadline doesn't exist here -- like a moon shot, you go when the planets line up or you don't go. It was especially challenging because so much depended on production teams. Harder . . . he fucked. Harder still . . . she fucked back, grinding on his dick and doing magic with her pussy. He was sweating, his manly smell covering her perfume. “Oh shit, I’m going to cum.” Chantal took that as her clue and turned around and dove for his dick with her mouth. “Damn girl, look at you, you are so fucking nasty. Suck it, suck my . . . oh shit . . . fuck . . . damn, I’m going to bust my creamy nut all in your mouth. Here it . . . agrhhhh.” Chantal moved back enough. I humped into the air, my hips rising up into my hand, thrusting faster and faster. I was holding my cock so tight but my hand slid all over it from my wetness. She was almost yelling, moaning my name so loud and I moaned hers. She said it felt so amazing, imagining me inside her, filling her up, pounding her on the couch. I told her I was getting so close; I could feel it rising up in my shaft. She wouldn't take her eyes off of me and moaned she was about to cum. I sat up and stroked it even. "You came out perfectly I must say. Wouldn't you agree Nathan? We stillneed to tweak a few things to make you perfect and finish this wager."He signaled for Nicole to walk over to him. She warily walked over,seductively shaking her rear in the process. "You were pretty smart inhigh school, possibly smarter than me. And you were right about myselection of girls, I dig the bimbos. I hate any girl that can challengemy thought processes. So, Nicole, how have you expanded your mind in thetime we've.