Should have it by late next year and then I can get out of here." What's your major?" I asked."Accounting," she told me. "I figure that's a good way t...o get ahead and I have a knack for numbers. How about you? What are you doing these days?" Well," I told her, "believe it or not, I'm an accountant." Really?"I nodded. "An auditor. I work for Brentman-Barry. That's why I'm on the flight tonight. We're going to do the books for one of our clients that has an office in St. Louis." Wow," she said.. Looking up at him,my lips wrapped around his stiff black cock, I took as much as Icould, then eased my lips up his shaft. His hard reached back, guidingmy actions, pushing deeper into my mouth. Working up and down histhick prick, I was soon rewarded with hot spurts of his creamy cum.Looking up at him, swallowing his load, he smiled back at me. "You'returning into a little cum slut ain't you Crissy?" "I love doing it,ever since last night it's all I think about." I crawled back onto thecouch,. "So un-bore yourself," I answered glibly. If I'd have known then what I know now I would have cut my tongue out before telling Terry that, ever!"Actually we're all bored." Again, so?" So it's your responsibility to keep us entertained," she said as if stating a fact. "You aren't doing a very good job." How do you figure it's my responsibility?" It had been four days and I could understand that they were probably getting a touch of Mars-fever. Terrapors are used to open spaces and Mars hasn't. I have every intention, like I normally do when you wander off, of getting up and going to where you are. I'll curl up on you while you work and go back to sleep. You pet me while you think and work out different parts of the story in your head. Some times you brush your fingers over my nipples, or run your fingers through my pussy or sometimes you just run your hand over my hair and down my back just petting me like your big pussy cat. But this morning all my good intentions are washed away by.