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I had to babe come up with a plan, before realizing that tonight I had more important things to tend to, “Master come.” My mom cooed from the bedroom “We’re ready for that cock Master.” Echoed my sister. It was a cold sunny Groupsex day and the clocks were striking thirteen as Jordan jogged breathlessly along the street. He could feel the phone in his ruffled white shirt pocket buzzing like the smug, annoying little fuck it was, the alarm he set being left unanswered. He already knew he was late to work, and did not feel the need to have that fact rubbed in. He could already feel the air in the office clogging up with the miasma of amusement mixed with awkwardness with a generous dollop of condescension dripping off that his colleagues would have - like the mental equivalent of putting a cake in the oven and then ignoring it for ten minutes too long. Almost going past the back entrance to his work, Jordan snapped out of his morbid reverie and paused a moment to catch his breath. Quickly running a comb through his thick, wavy brown locks, he straightened his lopsided tie and pulled his pants up, the old leather belt groaning as it was forced back into place under his portly belly. Almost hitting his head on the top of the door, Jordan ducked his head and wove between the two others trying to slip in. Whose fantastic idea was it to have the fucking hobbits measuring the height of the doors in Wellington, anyways? He'd only been back in the New Zealand capital for a month, and he was already missing America. He took a moment to share a wry glance and a quick grin with the other two, as they embraced a solemn moment of camaraderie, three fallen men, defeated by time and their inability to manage it. The moment quickly ended, as Jordan strode to the quartet of elevators, drawing upon the probably-faster-but-fuck-stairs training he had been perfecting for most of his adult life. The elevators, of course, took the longest thirty seconds of his life to crawl down to him, as he jogged impatiently on the spot like a 12 year old told he isn't allowed to go to the bathroom until the bell goes. The elevator area smelled vaguely of citrus, undoubtedly some cleaner's attempt to change it up. He could appreciate that. Gotta make the best of a bad situation, right? Jordan shook his head - he could hardly imagine a thing worse than cleaning up after an entire building of entitled fucking bureaucrats like him. The bell finally tolled as the door ground open excruciatingly slowly in front of him. He half dived into the metal box of death, and impatiently jabbed a button until a faded "three" lit up with a dull blue glow. Gripping the swipe card around his neck like a holy talisman, Jordan zipped out of the elevator and swiped through the two security doors to his floor. The scratched black lettering on the wall read Level 3, Operations Support and Improvement. Making the decision to rush to his desk to verify that he was only a couple of minutes late, Jordan zig-zagged through the various teams on the floor, occasionally absently nodding or waving to colleagues he knew. His target in sight, Jordan halted his speedy entrance and adopted a casual stroll the remainder of the way - the goal of seeming like he wasn't worried about being late already half defeated by the redness lining his cheeks and the slight puffing of his complaining lungs. He checked his phone. 8:04. They became very very important safe words for both of us. I want to put it away and pretend it doesn’t exist, until I can properly figure out what it means.” She put all of the books back. Boss thought of him just as highly as he did Hoss, if not a bit more so. She felt Mira's tiny breaths underneath her sated Big Dick sex as the girl was blowjob forced to breathe in the scent of her friend's cunt. “I don’t know everything about everything.” she grumpily mumbled. Shana had fucked a grand total of two guys in her life and she had dated both for several months before finally giving them what they wanted. Finally, Jana stood up and said, “Don’t move. My best bet was to go to the leisure centre and stay there all day. Pete has a good job and lives in quite a big house and had bought Blowjobs in a buffet for the party, the food was all laid out in the kitchen together with a well stocked bar. Said Kendra, her face was going red. The Groupsex world was far below him, beneath the clouds. You're babe eating my asshole.”