Sally Anne had one more torment for me - she parked the car inthe road in front of our house. The only saving was that I wason the side nearest to our... house."Come along sissy. I feel rather damp between my legs and I needyour tongue to clean me up." she said and got out of the car.I probably would have put my dress back on to go to the house ifit had not been for the fact that as she opened her door theinterior light came on. I flung my door open, leapt out andducked down by the car.I was now. “We’re going to have some serious issues with these developer salaries,” Dave said. “And with titles.”“I don’t have an issue with adopting their ‘Software Engineer’ title,” I said.“What about using ‘Associate’, and ‘Senior’ instead of ‘I’ and ‘III’?” he asked.“I’m fine with that as well. The problem, obviously, is three ‘Principal’ Software Engineers. Sam is our only Principal Engineer and I don’t want to change that. Technically, I have that title as well, and I’ll revert to it in a few years. ”“Hey why don’t you guys sandwich the bitch!” suggestedTony who was watching. The other cheered in agreement.“Sandwich! Sandwich! Sandwich!” They all chanted.“Okay then,” agreed Jules. He lifted Ashley up off thebed, she found her legs were weak after the fuckingshe just received but Sam held her up. Jules laid downon the bed his monster cock sticking up from hiscrotch like a baseball bat.Sam then forced her on top of him, facing him, thehuge. It wiggled inside her, exploring the snug confines of her love-pocket. "Mmm, baby," she purred. She reached down and fingered her stiff clit. "Lick me here while you do that. Yeah, right there..." She laid back on the table, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensation. She put her hands on her titties, squeezing the small mounds of pliant flesh and pinching the erect nipples roughly as he continued to finger and lick her burning cunt. Soon she was writhing passionately on the tabletop,.