Evie sighed. "How was it Donnie? Katrina and all you had to go through."Donnie had prepared a phony story. He sat back and tried to look devasted. He ...told the story of how he had waded waist deep through fetid water to rescue his mother, but when he got to her house, it was too late, she was already dead. Donnie watched a tear roll down Evie's cheek as she listened making him feel guilty for conning her. He continued his story telling how he floated his mother's body out of the house and. Sometimes after shooting his load cum would drip down to his balls and when he finished cumming I would save "let me clean that for you" and get back down in front of him and lick the balls of cum off his balls first before sucking his cock and balls to clean all his cum off. His dick always tasted even Better when it was coated with his cum! Then I would suck his cock a little harder to squeeze out any remaining cum from his mushroom shaped cock head. Mmmmm....I could almost taste him now. . This usually required about a week every three to four months and I found the freedom from the office boredom somewhat refreshing. Although I was considered a part of the corporate structure my relationship with managers at the outlying branches was very cordial and non-threatening. I was part of the old boy network in which we had all evolved. Every manager that I dealt with had in excess of 15 years tenure with the company. We had all started and progressed upwardly within the company through. I am a man in his late 40’s, former marine with a still hard body. The hair is long now for deployment, but short by most civilian standards. In short, I am the picture of a person you would trust. And yet….“Do you really know how to tie someone up?” she asked. Her brown eyes were flecked with gold and as the sun shone on the side of her face, it seemed she became a statue dedicated to the image of innocence.“Do you trust me?” as I stepped back up the aisle slowly toward her. “We are here.