"You know what I want, and you want me to have it, don't you?" His voice is harsh and demanding. I can't say a word as he pushes himself off of the wa...l standing straight up. Moving a step closer to me he bits down into his bottom lip. "Answer me you, fucking cock tease," he yells at me making me take a step back. I look away from him as I clear my throat. He calls me a cock tease and it only heats my pussy hotter. He steps closer and now I’m frozen with fear. We can't do it out here. He steps. He crossed his arms on the desk, covering all of the brochures. "Unless there's some wanton breach of the terms and conditions, which I expect isn't likely, we're stuck with the agreement."And Omniscient had an office ready and waiting for their former big customer. "I understand." Now, I've taken care of you, right? Tashun's bonus? And you'll have the next one too. But this stays between us, right?"I had to keep myself clean on the audiotape even though I relished the thought of a second. Mike wished he had a camera. He couldn't remember ever seeing so much of his cum on Jennifer's face. Blowjobs were pretty rare to start with; swallowing was rarer still; and a mess of these proportions on her face—unheard of!Seeing Jennifer in such a mess gave him an idea. He pulled her up onto the stairs, partway beyond him, until her pussy hovered above his mouth...Mike felt lips on his face. Regular lips. Jennifer was kissing him good morning.He took his time getting out of bed. He took his. He found that Marcy had a biting sense of humor and an almost encyclopedic memory for names and faces. She knew each of the party invitees by name, industry, and net worth, social standing and, in most cases, even knew some of their secrets. She kept him in stitches for almost an hour, pointing out the philandering husbands, the wife who played more than tennis with her personal trainer, and the investment banker who had his own BDSM dungeon.When he casually tried to ask about Lane, Marcy gave.