Bowdoinham ambled to the desirable squish of the feces-ridden soles of his loafers. He chuckled an insane, maddened chuckle, thinking of how he would ...enjoy nothing more than to remove these festering shoes and savagely beat a young boy with them, gently forcing open his virgin mouth and forcing him to suckle upon their soft, leathery husks as the excrement dribbled into his salivating mouth, its sharp taste causing him to produce a vomitous spray of partially-masticated meat products. The dog. Our tongues danced. It felt so good. I could feel my body coming to life. I pulled away. At the door he gave me one more kiss on my forehead. I put my head on his shoulder a moment. I could really like this man, I thought to myself. We walked out the door. He back to work, me to the ferry dock, my car, and home. We texted often over the next two months and I had been back to the park at least once a week. I had managed to hike the trail often. I loved it. It was so quiet and peaceful, but. I was scheduled to go to Dallas for our companies winter fashion show. This year, do to the sagging economy, it was to be held in conjunction, with a mid level restructuring conference. They informed us before we left, about some of the changes that were going to be made in the future and that some changes had already been made. The rest we would learn about in Dallas.I flew out on Sunday afternoon along with a co-worker, Donna. She was to help me run the booth our district was having set up as. And I loved it.Mr. Bradford picked me up off my knees and handed me another condom and pointed me to the cock sticking out of the hole on the other wall. I walked right over and covered it with the condom, bent over, and started sucking. No hesitation. The new voice on the other side of the wall moaned. I sucked harder.I felt Mr. Bradford press his cock against my very wet pussy and push hard inside of me. I was so turned on that a few strokes later I was cumming all over his cock. He laughed.