I shrugged and picked up the fish stick with my fingers and bypassed the tartar sauce.The desk was it's standard mess, yet was suspiciously easy to ma...ke sense of. Deborah had left a to-do list for the catering company. I smiled. The best part was she had put a bunch of post-it notes all over it. Have Gwen call this number about about uniforms. These are the permits that are needed and Melody wasn't working during these best hours to wait in line at the Access Nova Scotia office. There were even. “What the heck, Zax-” Before he could finish the sentence, Zax released Fengar’s shoulder and covered his loud mouth.Zax did not give a verbal response; his mind was completely occupied by the sudden fearfulness that invaded his sea of consciousness.It was a trivial fluctuation, barely distinct, a sort of a vibe and a reaction to what could be classified as a remote beacon.‘What is that?!’ At first it was unrecognizable, but then it dawn on him. ‘A residue of a terrifying soul attack!’It lost. All he cared about was me just then and I reached inside his trousers and gave a little start as I found his cock and it was big, hot and heavy in my small black hand and I had to work to free it. It looked huge and not so white, but sort of light brown, or ruddy I suppose, and the smooth glans was pink and moist with his precum. I just held it, feeling Mr. Reiser's heart beating somewhere inside that hard muscle."It's so big," I said and I even giggled softly, feeling silly and light. "No! Keep it business!" I kept telling myself. My dick disagreed. I started getting hard thinking about that hot guy fucking my face with his sweet, stiff dick, groaning as he creams on my tongue, and me cumming in my jeans as I swallow his cock and feel his hot jism spurting down my throat. Then I thought to myself "Man, I gotta get the hell out here!" So, I started the van, and drove off.I decided to take the GW parkway home from town. Good thing, too. As my hardon subsided, I really had to.