It was a regular monthly thing, donating at the Community Donation Center. He would donate whatever they needed and was one of the regulars. He was so... regular he knew most of the techs on a first name basis, including Cory.Cory was a former high school cheerleader and while it might have been about five years ago, she still looked like one and had the same bubbly personality. Jason was honest enough to admit that she was one reason why he had become a regular donor. He knew she worked most. I ate quietly and listened while they discussed problems they were having with over-ambitious members of the Smith Holdings management team.Ambition made for good managers, until they hit the Smith Holdings' ceiling. Michael had the ceiling job, but he was a plodder. A lot of people felt they could have managed the Smith finances and Smith Holdings much better.There were three avenues of attack the dangerously ambitious ones took when they bumped their head on the ceiling.Challenging Michael's. She ran around the room in her bra and skirt trying to remember where she left her shirt after she ironed it. After remembering that she left it hanging in the closet…where it belonged, she put it on and buttoned it up, then tucked it in, and finally unbuttoning two more of the top buttons. ‘He needs a little cleavage show. I always get more out of men with it anyhow,’ she prided herself as she slipped on her black heels and began toward the door. While walking down the few stairs to her brand. My fingers dug in to the flesh of her hips. Each thrust brought out another gasp from Briana. I could actually see my muscles knotted and rolling with tension."Ah, ah, ah!" Briana panted each time I drove my cock home in her.Our bodies were slick with sweat. As fast and hard as I was fucking her, she was trying to match my rhythm, pushing her ass back into me. Briana continued to urge me on and I continued to fuck her furiously."Ohhhh yessssss!" Briana moaned.I felt her push back hard against.