His hand reached down under the desk, and he grasped the back of her head firmly as he began to thrust his hips forward in time with her head pushing down on his cock. After she’d hung up, Jilly sat back on the sofa, drained the last of the whiskey from her glass and reflected on the fact that she had now probably gone as high in her profession as she possibly could. As he re-read the words he had just typed he masturbated bitterly. In the West Wing! She was pleased to discover that he was a clean man, with obvious pride in his appearance and personal hygiene – even though she was being paid for this, it was still nice to find that she would not have to contend with something dirty, sweaty, smelly and generally unpleasant in her mouth. She hit the ‘call’ button and after a few bleeps she heard her friend’s familiar New York accent say “Hello!”
Excitedly, Jilly jabbered into the phone “Eileen, you would not bee-lieeve who my last client was!”
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