I move over behind a partition near the table, where I’m not seen but can hear the conversation.You start by telling him you appreciate him understa...nding about you working here today. But, from things that you are noticing and hearing, you are concerned about several things. Again, he sputters and I can read his mind thinking, “who is this man talking to me this way, NO one dares to.”You lay it all on the line to him-- first, that the standard for individuals affected by RIF (reduction in. He keeps working me toward an edge and he knows just where that is. God, he hasn’t forgotten a thing. ‘Nice and slow, baby, I want to make sure you’re OK.’ Oh fuck me, already, you bitch. I can feel myself dripping between my legs. ‘That’s a good girl.’ Good girl? Fuck. His tongue now, flat against the silky fabric. Gaaawwwwwwd, that’s good. Little laps of his tongue, like a puppy on Quaaludes. Like he remembers what he’s doing but as if we’re divorced or something. Like he doesn’t still own. I think the biggest thing is a passion not necessary staying shape it helps but that's a personal thing some of the happiest people I Know larger than most. I have just been reflecting on it and having something push me has helped me keep my head all these years and I have been having a great life not a lot of money but I'm not money driven I got into off-roading for years just got a jeep so I starting a little again no more huge trucks and even that though I was constantly working on my truck. “EEEWWWW.” Her pussy went from empty to full in a second, reamed out by the thick shaft, feeling ever bump, lump and vein on his cock as he took her.“Now for some serious fucking Monika. Show me how naughty you can be. Show me how good of a fuck you are.” Nick began to fuck her, making her take the full measure of his cock. He picked up the bulb, not letting Monika see it. He shoved in, burying his cock inside her. He squeezed the bulb five times faster, the silent whoosh of the air pushing.