That’s good. You see, there are things that make us who we are at peters and Clarke. One is our unflinching passion for success in all that we do. Do you understand?

He nodded meekly. Yes ma, and in his mind he thought, now falls the axe.

The other, and here she pulled open the laptop that sat closed on her desk, is a commitment to excellence in everything we do. She hit a few keys , and stared at the screen.

Come here, come and take a look at this. He reached for the laptop, but she shifted it out of his reach. Come, I said.

Shamefacedly he got up, and made his way around the massive desk.

And got the shock of his life.



There, on the screen, was a video recording of him, in the toilet, not quite twenty minutes ago, with his trousers around his ankles and his cock in his hand, head thrown back against the wall, as he coaxed himself to an orgasm.

She grabbed him by the arm and yanked, bringing him to his knees.

“you cant have a rod like that and be wasting it on self help projects. A cock like that is an asset, and should be gainfully employed, making some woman happy. ”

She stood up, towering over him, and sat on the desk. hitting the button on the intercom , she called, “Mavis, hold all my calls an messages, im in a briefing. Ill buzz you when im through.” She cut it off before Mavis even had a chance to reply.

She turned to him, grabbing his head with one hand, she pulled him close, pulling up her skirt, she pulled him to herself. As she rucked the skirt higher up her thighs, Oke’s heart was beating at twice the normal rate. The P was clean shaven, freshly scented, and moist. He nearly fell over as he leaned forward to hiss her thighs. Righting himself, he stood up, gently pushing her backwards to lie on the desk, then he spread her thighs and began to eat.

Her lips were full, swollen with desire, and the way her body responded to the lip service he was paying had his 9 inch rod threatening to burst through the crotch of his trousers. While he licked and suckled, teased and nuzzled, the moans he was hearing from her let him know he was doing fine. Despite having just masturbated, his member was up again, and rearing to go. He was engrossed in his oral ministrations when she came. Thrashing about, arms flailing, she slapped one hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as she climaxed, flooding Oke’s lips and cheeks with her juices.

Oke wiped his neck and brow with his handkerchief. He was quite sure his cock had torn a hole in his boxers and was even now straining against the zipper of his trousers. He shifted and adjusted his trousers, trying to lessen the strain.

Let me see you.

She reached for him as he hastily unbuckled his trousers and let his trousers fall. She pulled down his boxers to reveal his engorged member.

Valentina gasped. He was even more beautiful in real life. it was long, thick, with bulging veins running the length of his shaft. The bulbous head was swollen, and even as she watched, it throbbed again, seeming to nod to her in...continue reading on Syncityng.com (under private syns)

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