It seems the phone never stops ringing when I’m the busiest. Again, I don’t mind! Being busy helps the day to pass. I really loved my job and I th...ink people knew it. ‘Hi, this is Joe. Is Frank available?’ I am asked. ‘Oh, hi Joe! I’m sorry, but he is out on the floor,’ I replied. ‘Would you like his voice mail or I could take a message for you or maybe I could help you?’ ‘Well, do you know if the rush order for Branch 430 has been loaded yet? They want to add an item, if it’s not too late.’ I. ”“I can give you a massage.” I typed it and sent to her without any hesitation. I didn’t get reply from her immediately. I got nervous as I don’t want her to block me. I liked talking with her and I like seeing her pictures.She replied, “Acha! You want me to do massage? Ok, do it. Actually I need a good massage. Are you any good?”This is the moment I wanted. I was waiting for this moment all along. I don’t want to lose it by rushing in. I replied, “Yeah, kinda. I have done it to my ex gf and. I was curious to see what Roger's bigger tool would feel like in my mouth.Gradually, I leaned closer and closer until I could breathe on his prick. Then, experimentally, I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. Roger gave a gasp and his eyes shot open."Jeez, Marcee," he said, "that felt good!"Encouraged, I licked the head a couple more times. Then I ran my tongue down and back up the length of it. Roger gasped again, his cock throbbed, and his whole body quivered."Jesus, Marcee," he said. The green light flashed and he pushed his way into the room. The room was nice enough. He hung up his jacket and moved over to the double bed. He pulled down the bedspread and tossed it in the closet. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. The CD player/alarm clock was on the end table. It was 3:15. He pulled a CD from his backpack and inserted the disc. Al Green’s voice began to fill the room. He lay back on a pillow, putting his hands behind his head and waited. The bawdy nature.