”“OK. Let me get Sam or Brenda and one of the support engineers and give Ben a call.”“We’ll need to send at least one person to Cincinnati t...o set it up.”“No shit, Sherlock! Who are you talking to?”“Never mind,” I replied with a grin.“I’ll take good care of him, Steve. I promise.”“I know you will. Thanks.”June 28, 1997, Chicago, Illinois“Steve, do you have a moment?” Monica asked on Saturday afternoon when the self-defense class ended.“Sure. Do you want to go to the office?”She nodded so we went. “Cum in me, Master,” I yowled. “Breed your lamia slave. Plant a little kitten in my belly! Your cute daughter!”My breasts heaved, sweat dribbling down my naked flesh. I groaned and gasped, my nipples throbbing, brushing his leather jerkin as I clung to him. My arms tightened about his neck as he grunted, loving my words.“Breed your lamian slave, Master!”“Gods damn, both of you!” he groaned. “I want to breed you all!”His cum fired into my pussy. I shuddered, the heat splashing into my depths,. The next night, she's the only person in the office again at 8 and she's dressed like it's straight out of a porno in an office setting.Tight pencil skirt, heels, a tight button down blouse, and glasses (which she didn't wear every night). I decided that after yesterday I was okay to shoot my shot so I commented that her outfit was really working for her. She smiled at me and unbuttoned one more button and asked "does it look better like this? Or that" as she re-buttoned the button. Without. "That's quite a specimen of manhood," she complimented me.I knew she was flattering me, because, erect, my prick is only aboutfive and a half inches long. Still, women have assured me, that's quitea mouthful. "Thanks."Jaime shrugged out of her robe. Now, she wore only her pink-trimmedlavender panties. Rising, she knelt before me, taking my firm cock inthe smooth, soft palm of her hand. "Let's put it to good use."She bent low, her luscious lips parting around my member. I felt themslide down the.