"I thought you might ask that." He reached into his coat pocket. "Partners have to anticipate each other." He handed her a pair of datatapes. "Say hi ...to Lex, and the others for me."After staying in the shadows, and hiding in bushes, he finally came to a spot with a drinking fountain. After waiting and listening for any oncoming foot traffic he went over and began to quench his thirst. He looked down at the hand, his hand. It was large, and the arm it was attached to was muscular but the thing. ”An older man stepped into his frame of vision. He was tall for an Indian, but well built. His long graying hair surrounded by a thin leather band framed his brown, weather-beaten face. His chin looked as hard and firm as sculptured granite, while the smile on his mouth was warm and friendly. His almost black eyes had a deep, piercing look John could best describe as the look of an eagle. The old man said, “It was something I mixed up I thought could help.”“It did, immediately. You should think. .." She trailed off into an inarticulate groan before clapping both hands to the back of my head and filling my mouth with her cock just as deep as she could go.Her cock seemed to swell in my mouth and she let out a deep grunt as she filled my mouth with her seed. Not wanting to make a sticky mess all over her crotch and bed I swallowed as quickly as I could. Each gulp sent a mouthful of her thick jizz sliding down my throat and I had to repeat the process several times before her squirting. That was all that they did and now, the onus was on me to prove I wasn’t washed up. Here’s where fate (and my old man) intervened. Felicia Beck was a child prodigy hired at 19 because she had already graduated university with two separate degrees. An IT whiz, my dad saw potential in her, despite her slightly-wacky persona and demeanor. Management didn’t and stuck her in the back of the offices, where she would have been wasted if fate hadn’t stepped in (or me about to fall flat on my.