She needs to be in my bed, not 8Ds




Or even better, under my desk

 

I appreciate you thinking I'd cuddle for that full minute afterwards.

 

She's been in my bed. She says hi.

 

[QUOTE=problem_child,May 14 2009, 01:32 PM] She's been in my bed.

 

I once worked for a company where a chick named Sue would climb under your desk -- unannounced -- and give you a blowjob. It made for an interesting work environment.

 

God that sucks!

 

Sue wasn't God. I could tell you some weird shit that went on at that company. You know that old saying "You don't shit where you eat." Everyone ignored it. Imagine balling some chick out in the open over lunch on the roof of a ten story office building in Beverly Hills.

 

Sounds like my kinda job

 

I work at a computer company Raptor. . . in the Engineering department. Having the division VP taking us to go see Star Trek was about as close to a gangbang as we'll ever envision.

 

I once got caught by the Beverly Hills Police balling some chick in my van in the parking structure after work. They were pretty cool: "We just wanted to make sure you weren't doing drugs. Next time, turn your music down." (All this was when I was single, BTW.)