“Hattie,” Darryl said decisively, slapping a hand on the page for emphasis. Blowjob sex We both know she has… What do <I>I</I> get out of it?” The bastard was stroking himself while he sat there, but honestly, I’d have been jilling off watching us, too. Jenny evidently felt the same way, because she wriggled free of my grasp and stalked across the office, pulling off her top as she went. I could nearly see the word “sluts” form in his mind before floating across the room to brand itself in my suddenly-molten body. Darryl choked out a short laugh. “You didn’t start ’till way after. I was never going to make my afternoon meeting at this pace. She tugged weakly at my arm, but I ignored the hint. I see this kind of thing all the time. “Please,” she said, looking at us like we were morons. “And what are you still doing with your clothes on?” she asked me unexpectedly. “Darryl’s in his office.”
For a strip joint,
