My own legs fell open. I spanked was about to ask him what was going on when the palm of his hand landed flat across my pussy lips. I screamed, jerking harder on my restraints. kissing "Holly?" "No! No! Don't stop!" It was right there. I licked my lips while I panted desperately. He didn't seem to need any more encouragement. His hand hit the same spot orgasm again, eliciting another sharp cry. Another swat. But this time, I whimpered. Why was it being so elusive? "Harder!" Then beach I gasped, realizing I'd said the thought aloud. Before I could retract it, Chris landed a whopper directly over my pussy. I cried out louder, the tears in my eyes spilling down over my hot cheeks when he hit again. I was still certain I was going to be disappointed when he did a succession of rapid smacks on each ass cheek then my pussy again. On his third round, my entire body went taut before a wail was ripped from my lungs. Then I was thrashing like a fish flung out of the water and onto the beach. "Shh, shh," Chris whispered in my ear, his hands releasing the belt binding my wrists. I moaned at the feeling of my ass touching the bed and adjusted to lay on my left side. Tender didn't even begin to describe what I felt back there. I imagined I wouldn't be able to sit for at least a day. The thought made me choke back a bed sob. “Now, bed I will need to check with Dillon to make sure he’s ok with this too,” she explained. I'll be back with your food." I leaned back, panting, my orgasm transforming into that buzzing, heady delight pumping through my veins. “I wish.” Trevor laughed. I didn’t want to waste much time on orgasm her but not fucking this hot milf simply wasn’t an option for me. So I didn’t hesitate and rammed my spear right into her once she was in position and got right up to high-speed. Ox could see that the frail man with him had yet to leave, and as his opponent raised his spear overhead, its jagged point focusing intently upon his chest, he released one final command; "You wanted a name...? I would have to let another girl dance, slip backstage. I was without any ideas what to do or say, I just stood there at the door and watched her. He pulled her to him and put her hand on his cock and showed her how to stroke him. He had considered kissing starving himself to reduce her attraction to him, but he wasn’t strong beach enough to go without food. She goes up and down slowly and then comes off it, looks at him, then back at me, and goes back to his dick. Moving a finger slowly spanked inside her pussy started dripping uncontrollably.
Pat said “oh my God”. I said “don't kissing worry, it's the old stuff”. They actually made quick work of it and had it packaged and loaded in less than an hour. While they were there, the new equipment was delivered. I met them and managed its delivery while Pat worked the other. They bed had a full crew, were quite professional and religious saying a prayer before beginning. They then asked for the layout and not only delivered the equipment but unpackaged it and installed it with my guidance. So, in late afternoon on Sunday, we had accomplished tasks the master schedule had place for mid morning Tuesday. I told spanked Pat “if we work at it, we'll have it turn key by COB Wednesday, winning all incentives”. He smiled and we began connecting A/C duct work to the mainframes. On Monday, we finished the electrical interfaces and duct work the mainframes, a set of drives, and the tape beach backup. I told Pat “OK, let me start booting the system”. He hesitated about me deviating from the schedule. I told him “I know what I am doing”. The schedule was written from a division of labor perspective and not the critical path. I met and usually beat all schedules working from that perspective. He did not like doing the grunt work while I ran consoles but it all needed to be done. Besides, he knew nothing about software. I booted the master off its bootstrap, then mated the slave and interface units off the master console. I connected a set of drives and the tape backup. I connected the printer and began diagnostic data dumps on the working equipment. As Pat completed physical and electrical interfaces and ducting on a unit, I connected it. Late Monday, 80% of the equipment was operational. I grabbed the orgasm diagnostic printouts and we went to the motel. Tuesday, I fired up the system and connected the remaining equipment. Pat goes “we're a full day ahead of optimal and three ahead of nominal”. I smiled and nodded. Wednesday I started a full operational and diagnostic run, dumping it to print per the contract. Let me tell you as your orgasm mother… not mother in law that men can’t understand how hard to maintain and carry these long hair. I'm bed cumming for you!" I comply. This time it was just in her mouth, filling it and running down her chin spanked and dripped on her tits. As I pulled myself out of bed and to my feet I realised my cock was hard and erect, I let out a groan as I contemplated taking care of if before heading down stairs. I shuddered at the feel beach of his dick penetrating her, stretching out her pussy. That was when things started getting kissing quite bad (or good).
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