Somehow she got offended by my remark. She wanted to slap my face. I promptly caught her hand hard and yanked back. Nobody was around. I quickly dispe...sed and went back to my office. I was looking for revenge, but she was a good supervisor. I could not sack her without a good reason. My personal investigation revealed, she was divorced few months ago with a one years old child. She had good friendship with one of our supervisor named, Abu. I started to keep an eye on them. Once, in after hour,. My own face stares back at me from the bottom right: in my own mind, I look nervous as fuck, but hopefully everyone else is too busy listening to notice. God knows what they’d think if they could see what’s going on just out of sight.Oh fuck, she’s squeezing her lips round my knob. Now’s she’s sucking the whole thing in deeper, licking her tongue around the shaft. This goes on for several minutes, while I force myself to concentrate on what Belinda’s saying about Birmingham. At least this. Her toes were pointed. She had really adorable feet I noticed. Her panties were yellow and they were tiny. The barely cover her. Her stomach was flat, and tight. For some reason I really wanted to shoot a load all over it. Her skin was tan as if she’d just come off the beach. Her huge tits were sort of flattened out, they were begging me to squeeze them touch them, maybe even fuck them. Her neck was elongated and with her head off the end of the bed her blond hair was almost touching the floor.. John was short, compact and powerful, just like the Mini Cooper S that he drove. The car was his pride and joy, it was spotless inside and out. Simon knew from experience that the engine and underside were regularly cleaned, too. Heaven help the person who dropped litter in John’s car! In fact… ‘Heard anything from Jenny?’ Simon asked. ‘No!’ came John’s grunted reply. ‘Better stay away from that subject, Simon!’ he thought to himself. Jenny was – had been – John’s girlfriend for the last 18.