CHAPTER SIX: BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER
“Good evening, Sir.” Mr. “Have you ever noticed the slight difference in the words about men and women engaged in sex? “How about a demonstration of the extent to which she is willing to go for me?”
The woman blurted, “No fucking way!” She clamped her hands over her mouth and blushed. I saw his head turn involuntarily toward the back of the yard. At the first long, eager swipe of his tongue, I dropped my head back and released a long and satisfied sigh and moan. “Stop! I now had two loads in my pussy so I was expecting him to last longer, not because he might otherwise, but because there would be less friction despite my efforts at squeezing my pussy around him. Then, “Or, are you looking for a demonstration of just how far I might go for him?”
He looked back at the other five Directors and they all nodded back to him.
