Hotgirl 1984

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She sits all the way down and leans forward over me so I can suck her tits. I pull one of those long nipples into my mouth. She's slapping her pussy down hard on me and I'm shoving my ass off the table to give her a good fuck. Then we hear the alarm system cycle-someone's just come into the building. Gail jumps off my cock and grabs our clothes. I think and point to the phone closet. We run for the door and go inside.The phone closet is a small room where all the phone circuits from the outside come in and are routed to all the offices. It's a machine room without decorations or a carpeted floor. We stand naked and wait to see who's here. The closed circuit television security system is based here and there is a display monitor tied into all the cameras in the building. I cycle through the cameras until I see a couple walking down the hall.It's my partner Joe and his client Sandy. Sandy was the client that was so concerned about losing her house and cars she let me fuck her ass. .
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I liked that in employees.He was helping the woman take off her fake-fur coat. When the couple stepped forward, I was speechless and stood to stare in complete and utter dismay. Next to Danny was one of the most stunningly beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin, like soft porcelain. She was taller than Danny at around five-foot-nine-inches tall, with a slender frame and perfect, perky breasts that had to have been in the neighborhood of 36 C’s. She had the looks of a Hollywood actress, the body of a dancer and the smile of an angel.“Ahem,” Danny said, pretending to clear his throat. I realized, with a slight blush, that I had been staring at his wife without speaking, my eyes moving slowly up and down her body.“Oh, Danny,” I said, trying to recover, “uh, welcome. Who is this?”“Oh, this is my wife, Debbie. Debbie, this is Mr. Miller, he’s the guy who hired me.” Danny never spoke much at work, and he was showing the same reluctance.

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