I heard Connie sigh a whispered, "Oh, God," as her tweaking of my nipples increased and her other hand began stroking and scratching the inside of my ...thigh. Kelli tightened her lips around my cock and pressed her tongue tight against me, the tip curled into that groove. I began to tremble all over. Closer. Closer. Almost there. Trembling gave way to shaking."Here it is," I cried as the first contraction hit and Kelli yanked her head out of the way."NO," my wife cried and immediately took. "Photographers are offering hundreds—even thousands—of dollars to photograph what you've seen. But I don't plan to do nude poses for anyone. I'm a fashion model. You might see me in a provocative pose, or even topless. But you won't see me exposed. I'll be seventeen in April. By the time I'm twenty-five, my career will probably be over. I'll have devoted a third of my life to regretting my choices. I love you, Brian. I always will."She turned and went down the ladder out of the loft. Tears kept. She had though!She greeted the eight men with a smile and read through a few memos from head office. She went over the latest sales figures and congratulated the team on a successful week.“Now, the team results you have been waiting for!”A stir went round the room.“Now normally we have only one winner, but today we have two. Usually the rep who sells most units makes most money, but this week that is not the case. Brian, you have sold the most units.” Brian beamed. “But Badri sold four. Under her bright red dress her braless 38E tits move freely her stiff nipples rubbing against the fabric. Perspiration beads on her tits , trickling down her back to the crack of her African-American butt. She decides to make her way to the bar for a glass of house white wine. At the bar a young white guy with a shaved head in a dark blue business suit offers her the stool in front of him and attracts the attention of the barman.The music is so loud , the barman standing in front of her looks.