" I was floored since the voice belonged to Kimberly. Grace disappeared into the kitchen and returned shortly with two glasses, handing me one and sit...ing on my lap. She asked "You like your girls on your lap don't you?" What could I say but "I wouldn't have it any other way." She then gave me a little peck on the cheek, we clicked our glasses and she said "Bottoms up" Just about then Kimberly waltzed into the room with a glass of her own announcing "Shall we adjourn to the dining room before. Then more. And more. At this point he was at his full hardness in all its glory and I started to desperately stroke his big cock as I forced more down my throat. "Fuck yeah, boy, you was made for this," he said as he grabbed my scruffy blonde hair and started to gently rock his hips back and forth "Shit you gonna make me bust a nut in yo sweet ass mouth."'I would love nothing more,' I thought to myself. I started to rub his thick muscly thighs through his camo pants while I was working his dick. "Here, let me do your back," she said, taking the bottle from my hands and starting to smooth the cool liquid over my shoulder-blades. Cindy was a very desirable girl, and this intimate treatment caused my cock to swell inside my jeans. I hoped she wouldn't notice. "Who's got a stiffy?" she teased, looking over my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I flustered. "I'm just not used to having anyone but Marsha touching me like that." "Oh, don't worry about it," she laughed. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't. Or as she puts it, a "managerial logistics assistant."Something is wrong at SoftFirm, and your instincts are screaming out to you that there is a story here, something big. You have three goals. Investigate and discover the truth at SoftFirm behind their fall and rise, find evidence to back up your story through witnesses, reports, or files, and figure out why Susan is now working for SoftFirm and rescuing her if needed. Your story begins now...You find yourself sitting in your office, a blank.