In the meantime she was getting orgasm after orgasm and her legs felt like jelly. She had been instructed to keep her legs straight and the welts that...her bum must be wearing now were a tester of what would happen if she didn't. No stuffy muzzle came to sniff her asshole but an unexpected cool jelly applied there made her tighten her sphincters. It was pointless. The finger that had applied the goo was busy spreading it around her tight hole sending waves of sensations up her lower back. When. ”“You’re in luck, he got through the training video twice today without losing control, and believe me, the way Monday’s training went, that’s a minor miracle. Peter said the key was accepting the idea that you had special medical training and that no matter how hard you make his cock, it doesn’t need to spew cum all over the place.”“But that’s complete BS! I just made that up.”“You know that, and I know that. Hell, even Peter knows that. But believing in it anyway, even thought it’s just. ‘Where?’ No question, she was still under the spell of the pills. He looked around the street and led her toward an alley behind the local clothing store. There, with a small dumpster somewhat guarding a full few from the street, he leaned her again the building. At once he began fondling her tits, massaging them slowly, while he intensely kissed her. The two began grinding midsections and their desire overcame any thought of modesty or discovery. Cynthia moaned as he opened two buttons of her. Jones said. He didn't really know what to do -- this wasn't really what he had planned. He had planned to knock on Adam's door and ask him about Justin, but clearly that wasn't the case."Well, I don't mean to impose," Adam said, "But I know you're the owner of Jones Construction. I work for J & R." Adam said. "Oh, the competition," Mr. Jones said. "What do you do for them?" he asked, even though he already knew."Oh, I do it all, but I specialize in masonry," Adam said. "Competition is pretty.