I went through the complete rota of the eye candy working for Baz, but never managed to deliver more than one shot per session, and it often took me a... day to recover even then.Despite those limitations the girls were more than happy to provide access to their private parts, and I ensured they received a fulsome eating out if I couldn't finish them off with my prick.Generally, the Corporate Hospitality events I took the girl to were as decorous as a vicar's tea party, although occasionally one. Nick also began to fantasize about being"uncle" John's girlfriend and sex slave. He obsessed over this thought.In the meantime John was getting steadily hornier. He had sex onlytwice in the three years he was in the U.S., both times with aprostitute friend of one of his coworkers. John was also masturbatingoften. He was also thinking about Nick and was certain after a fewweeks that Nick was reading the "dirty little comic book" John had lefton the night table as a permanent fixture these last 2. She watched in the mirror, she felt her muscles tighten again and watched as the can was forced from her pussy, slowly. Her hand moved back to the can and she pulled it out in a swift movement. She screamed in pure lust as she felt her pussy spasm again and again. The warm liquid splashing against her thighs as her cum gushed from her. She felt the spreading dampness under her bottom, her fingers moving back down between her legs, rubbing over her dripping pussy. She came again over her. Maybe he seemed desperate or unprofessional. He felt unhinged and hoped Chelsea was none the wiser. ‘Afternoon is great.’ He was relieved at her easy response. ‘Where’s the nursery? Should I meet you there?’ ‘I can pick you up,’ he offered. ‘2:30 too soon?’ ‘2:30 is perfect. I’ll see you then.’ *** The ride to the nursery was quiet but comfortable. Chelsea wondered what it might take to make Parker chatty, or if this was how he’d always be. The nursery was organized by climate. Parker led.