Linda knew the old man was somewhat addicted to the scent of her used knickers and he would often wear them on his head when he was plowing her from b...ehind right on top of his solid oak desk with the engraved knobs on each and every drawer.Her favorite spot was the cave-like center portion which allowed plenty of room for her to crawl inside and attend to the old man’s needs even whilst he was conducting business with others completely unaware of the fact his cock was tickling the back of her. He appeared to be around his mid-forties with a head of silver white hair. His face was lean and brown from the sunlight. He wore horn-rimmed spectacles. You were aware of being in the presence of a very intelligent person.He looked and smiled. “Be at ease gentleman and grab yourselves a chair,” he remarked in a pleasant voice.Once they were seated he began. “You must be wondering why I called for this meeting. By the way you can smoke if you wish. I’ve read the report of the raid that. "Knowing Sandy didn't know the intensity with which I worked, I just agreed that I might be able to finish by then. He told me, "Wes and I made a bet. He said you couldn't even begin to be ready by a week from Friday, and I told him that you would have answers for him by a week from tomorrow, Thursday. It's only for a beer at Park Place, but I want to win." I'll do my best, Sandy."Henry came in and sat with us. He was in a good mood, and got into an even better mood when Nancy came to sit with. Now that the A/C had died, the temperature was sure to skyrocket. Phillip sat in an armchair on the other side of the living room, occasionally glaring at Annie over the top of his magazine. Tempers had risen today with the temperatures; the oppressive humidity of the past week had frayed nerves to the breaking point. Neither of them could really remember what the argument had been about, but neither was ready to apologize either.Annie unfolded her long legs from under her and very carefully.