We couldn’t even agree on the proposed halftime program for this year. I guess she wanted all singers to refuse to sing. I’m more of a Fucking “The show must go on” type of person. To make matter’s worse, she is originally from Boston and is a rabid Patriots fan. I’m a Ram’s fan through and through and have been since I was old enough to look at a TV screen. My parent’s stayed loyal to the Rams when they moved to Saint Louis back in ‘94 and rejoiced when the team saw the light and finally came sucking back to LA three years ago. Rooting for opposing teams and being from such different backgrounds, we definitely hadn’t planned to watch the Super Bowl together. Then Ms Pearson decided that our entire office should have a week-long “bonding experience” together way out west at a retreat center in Colorado. She chose the classic first weekend in February to begin our experience because “Nobody wants any of our consulting activity the week leading up to the Super Bowl because they are too wrapped up in the game.” She then laughed and added, “And nobody wants anything the week after because they are too hung over.” We all laughed at her joke when she told us about the retreat, but we grumbled later when we were alone. We continued to grumble even after she assured us that it wasn’t going to cost us anything out of pocket because Pearson Enterprises was chartering a jet both ways and the retreat center was actually her ranchhouse with hundreds of acres of ranchland surrounding it. She said, “I consider it to be my personal retreat center. It’s where I go when I need to get away from people and just be me.” A personal retreat center consisting of a private ranch on the edge of the Medicine Bow National Forest sounds almost impossible, but the Pearsons are rich with a capital R. Our company isn’t the only one she owns. Ours is, however, the only company she manages personally. When asked why her corporate office for Pearson Enterprises is located with Pearson Consulting’s business office, she always answers, “I need to be near a national and international air hub, and I prefer to work in an area free of testosterone.” Our offices are located in Atlanta, Georgia, USA, and all people who work for the consulting company are female. It’s not that Ms. Pearson discriminates against men. There are lots of men in her other companies, but this particular company specializes in consulting with and for female-run businesses. We work with many of the top female executives in the world, helping them in their daily battles to get a level playing field in what is– for now– a male dominated world. We are also the go-to company for training middle and upper management– male and female– to understand the systemic biases against Hardcore women in most businesses. Men will usually listen vintage to a female consultant, but because of past bad experiences, high-level women don’t want anything that even accidentally sounds like mansplaining. So, an all female staff is necessary for the company. No men doesn’t mean that there are no alpha personalities. Let’s just say that, if we were men, the testosterone would be overflowing out the windows. All twenty-two women in our office are very hard-driven and dedicated. We can also all be somewhat bitches in our own right, and as section heads, Charlotte and I are the baddest bitches in the room. "Just think of it, Tamara," replied Alice, "if we could discover Hardcore whatever it was that caused us to...do what we did. He’d owned a nightclub Fucking for fifteen years and it did very well, so he’d managed to squirrel away a good piece of change. The sucking entertainment that had been laid on was brilliant. I don't think it would be such a good idea to be alone with you again.” But he left her a note “Very well, I believe you two have learned your lesson. And then when he defiled her, it was a look of pure bliss. The further I get pushed the more I learn about myself.” The bus driver, a futa in a gray shirt and navy-blue pants, blinked at me. She had a logo that said Pierce Transit stitched on her breast. She mush have been bored by then as she did it quickly with not much of a show. ‘James Valler, the rising superstar that lead the Santa Barbara Gouchos to their first NCAA Division I Championship has gone missing. At least I had an explanation I guess.. “I’m vintage not sure. She got off to this shit. She gasped as I slammed her down my cock. “That feels so good Lena, more…” Amélie moaned, tilting her head back and feeling the stream of hot water flow down her back and over her body as Lena gladly obeyed, doubling her efforts, drawing each of Amélie’s full classic nuts between her lips and into her mouth where she sucked on each, her nimble tongue bathing them both in turn as her hands stroked and worked the thickening member. Despite the seemingly small cottage, there was a guest room. All the way up until then I was scared that I was wrong for thinking of these boys sexually.