Her hands slid down his hips and under them, to pull him up against her face and his prick slid past the point where her gag reflex was located. She w...as so surprised that the instantaneous gagging feeling was gone before her body could react to it. She could feel him in her throat and she loved that feeling. She pulled up and gagged again as the tip of his penis slid past that point again. But she was so excited that she thrust her face down on him again, fighting the gag reflex by pure will. “I guess Terry and I need to sit down and talk turkey then?”“Definitely. He handles that stuff and I am not going to get in his way.” Jake said and I just nodded my agreement.“One thing you can do for me before we wrap up, though, is get me the name of the artist for that piece in the lobby? Or, make that two things. Jake said you folks might have a contact at one of the studios? I would hate to come out to LA for the first time and not play tourist. I’ll like to see that Chinese theater place. I live in a commuter village to the south of the Midlands, here in the UK. I am an only child, and my dad is a very successful businessman. He works away for weeks at a time. Mum works part-time at an office in town, so most days I get home to an empty house.Well, not exactly empty. Dad employs an old friend of his called Paul to do odd jobs around the house, and help out with some office admin. He has an office near the garages. He has also been fucking me for nearly two months.He noticed that. ”“Is that how you got this job,” the asshole muttered.“Yep.”“She got it because she’s brilliant, asshole,” Joe said. He pulled a small, silver, slightly thick rectangle from his bag. “You know what this is?”“Looks like a small tape machine?”“Able to easily hide in any purse,” Joe added, handing it to Liang, who illustrated the concept.“What the hell?” said the asshole.“There’s always one of you in an office, Connie,” Joe smirked, knowing the asshole hated shortening his name, Conrad. “Arrogant,.