My pants hit the floor a moment later, and I sense Lisa getting between us as I’m hunched over, and she gently massages my scrotum. She continues this until her knees buckle, and she collapses on the floor, quivering and moaning in orgasmic delight. XXX NO!” I protest. Crap! Her brown eyes are trying to bore into me, and I can feel my energy levels draining. Snow, there’s no need. “Was that your girlfriend?” Becky asks me, flipping her braided brown hair over her shoulder. “Yeah, traffic just seemed to work out for me, but now it seems I went and left my ID at home.” I try to put on my most downtrodden face, hoping that she might just let me through, even though that’s against company policy.




















