"Mom?" I ask."Yeah, baby?" she replied. I pushed Mom back onto the sofa, this time with her exposing her ass. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?..." I ask her. "It's my nice ass. Do whatever the fuck you want to do with it, baby." she said. I bit her ass and licked it. She moaned, groaned, and yelled. "Fuck! Kiss my ass, baby!" she said. I kept on playing with her ass when I spanked her ass as hard as I could. I then had an idea."Mom, wait here. I have a surprise for your fucking ass." I. I was more than happy to keep them, as they were an asset, as far as I was concerned.The doubling of my department would be more work for me. I was more than happy to have the workers, just to cover the projects we already had in the pipeline. I had more than enough room for them.Lunch broke up as we all had other commitments, and I was left in an empty room. The hotel staff came and cleaned up lunch and left me tea and coffee facilities and a tray of snacks. My first interview turned up, and. "Hey Syd, can I borrow this chart for awhile, I'd like to study it some more." No problem take it, I'm tired of looking at it." Syd said, throwing up his hands.Sam took the E.E.G. scroll and headed back down to his office where he shut the door and picked up his cell phone.No one in the office had a clue that besides his practice, he also spent some time as a consultant for the C.I.A. in matters of mind control and interrogation. He dialed the number from memory."Charley? Sam here." He spoke. 51st Street for breakfast. She enjoyed this weekly ritual and her role as a loving daughter and sister.During the week, Meg worked as an executive administrative assistant to an accounting firm's head and was looked upon as a valuable asset to the firm. Her conservative manner of dress and how she conducted herself had helped her rise up the ladder quickly. She worked 8:00 am to 6:00 pm Monday through Friday, but she didn’t mind the long hours. She enjoyed her work, and she took pride in the.