He made no move to stop me and I rescued the semi-hard cock from its enclosure and placed it tenderly in my mouth. Mr. Bass moaned as I used everything I had ever learned about sucking cock at once on his. His shaft was sliding in and out of my throat and I could feel the tip hitting the back of it every couple of seconds. His hands were at his hips while mine played with his balls and pulled him towards me. I was staring up at him with big dough eyes, spit falling out of my mouth along side my muffled groans of pleasure. The taste of my pussy on his cock was replaced with anal a mouthful of his dicksucking cum as he pushed my skull against his groin. I could feel the cum all the way down my throat and knew this wasn’t going to be a one time thing after this. Once me and Mr. Bass got dressed and left the room the vibe became more serious. Most of the guests and employees from last nights party had left already with it being noon. But when we reached the kitchen we were greeted by Jack and Maryland, two temps who had been at the company since I had started. “Hey Jessica, I thought Hardcore you had headed home last night.” Jack stated in his usual energetic demeanor. Maryland gave me a curious look but didn't say anything. CRAP I hope I didn’t miss any ruffled hairs or drops of semen around my mouth… Mr. Bass was already on my defence before I could speak, “Long night, Jessica took me up on my offer to sleep in the guest room, I’m just taking her home now.” Jack nodded without betraying any possible suspicion of my alibi. “Well do you want any breakfast?” He asked holding up a piece of toast. I glanced up at maryland who was now pretending to be more interested in her newspaper. “No I really should be getting back home, but thank you.” I answered giving Jack a smile. Me and Joe made it to his garage without anymore interruptions. “So tell me, what are you going to tell Glen?” Mr. Bass asked once we had gotten on the road. I cringed slightly at the thought. “Um… I’ll tell him.. Eh probably that my assfuck phone died and I couldn’t get an Uber.” “Well if you want you can blame it on me.” I looked over at Joe and saw his face was staring ahead with a wide smirk on it. “Yeah I don’t think that would be the best move…” “How would you feel about changing up your work schedule?” Mr. Bass asked changing the subject. “What kind of changes were you thinking?” I knew what Joe wanted, and I was actually starting to get excited about it. “I’m thinking maybe promoting you from my secretary to my assistant and giving you a desk in my office.” He turned the car into my apartment complex. “Though the job would have some extra responsibilities.” Mr. Bass put the car in park and looked over to me. I teen couldn’t make out the expression on my face but it seemed cautious and slightly mischievous. I gave him a wink. “ I think I can handle some new job duties.” I reached over and gave his cock a little squeeze through his pants. She was seat one, and it Hardcore went clockwise around the table to seat five. - Increase persuasiveness by a factor of 10. Not… anal horny… enough. But since you do. Of course, it wasn’t actually ‘confessing’ for her, more like bragging, but… Frankly, it hurt more than anything else. teen Liz decided to join in as well, "He should have a picture of a worm on them instead!" she said acidly and at this remark they clutched at each other and dissolved into helpless giggles. Emergency or something.” Holy shit she’s intimidating. "That night in the hotel room, when I was with Rico. She strongly suspected that once Trevor was done dicksucking with her he would want to climb into bed with her and pump her full of seconds, to reclaim the hole that he felt assfuck rightfully belonged to him. "He's losing a lot of blood, I need to do a blood transfusion.