He looked about swiftly, saw her bright red blouse and black canvas handbag, and made directly for her. In the few seconds she had in which to study h...im and decide whether to dissimulate, she went from nervousness to an acute curiosity. He wasn’t screen-idol material, but he was good-looking enough: athletically trim, with a pleasant, open face that obviously didn’t get much sun, topped by a thick mop of brown hair. He wore casual clothes, as she did, but they were of good quality and perfectly. Her head started to bob up and down his shaft in long, smooth strokes, and she tried to remember if this was normal household etiquette. She had done this before to another man (was it her husband?) and she felt like that had gone well. Besides, this plumber had asked for this, and wasn't that what courtesy was about after all? She couldn't remember anything specific, but it felt good to stop trying to remember. Sucking on the cock in her mouth felt good, too. In fact everything felt good, like. Think about this, Liz,” I heard a man’s voice said. “You’re talking about 16 exempt employees and that’s off the top of my head. That’s $320,000 every year. I know you have the money to do it. My job is to make sure you always have the money to do it. I’m not opposed to the idea if you think it’s really necessary but I’d rather you consider if you want to push that sort of outlay because you’ve finally met someone that doesn’t expect you to spend money on him.”“That’s the thing, Morrie,” Liz. I must have gotten twenty hits and after a hour had got it down to a final three as candidates. One guy was close, five minutes away, but I was pretty far down the tracks with a second guy who said he had just sucked his first cock last week and really wanted to do it again. He wanted to 69 and suck me off and swallow. Although I’ve had a couple of really good sessions with “first timers”, the more likely outcome is they back away and are no shows. This guy however sounded like he was.