Eh, okay. Kayla looked up at him, her green eyes sweeping over him appraisingly, as if trying to read his power level. She stretched out on her chair, raising her arms above her head, causing her shirt to bunch up around her breasts. She rubbed her neck with one hand and rolled it to the left, and was rewarded with a loud *crick* of her neck. "Argh, these lights are spazzing me out - wanna go hang out in the conference room?" she remarked. "Well, I GUESS that's okay, since it looks like nobody is going to have it booked for the rest of the night..." Jordan pronounced. She jumped up and grabbed a notebook and pen. Seeing Jordan's glance at it, she smirked. "If anyone comes in, I'm interviewing you for a ministry news article". Jordan smiled and nodded. The conference room A wide, spacious area greeted them as they wandered in. Pictures of Maori mythology, from Maui with his magical fishing hook (the real one, not that dumb fuckin’ Disney imitation) to a carved wooden relief sculpture of a taniwha (a kind of Maori mythical water-serpent) snaking through stylized waves caught his attention for a moment. The room was pretty spacious, with enough chairs for six to eight people (or, like, 5 Jordans) to squeeze into. The chairs were nicely padded, and far more Scandal agreeable than his usual chair, as he plopped himself down. Kayla, meanwhile, closed the door and clicked the lock. Jordan raised an eyebrow at her. She desi pouted, and her posture stiffened a little. "You're the one that said you didn’t want anyone else at work to hear anything!" she reminded him, hands on her hips. Her posture inadvertently pulled her shirt a bit tighter against her chest, outlining two marvellously well-proportioned C-cup breasts. "So, Kayla, you have me here in a locked room in what I can only assume is a series of questions you're planning to ask. Did you get my response?" Kayla groaned theatrically. "Yes, Jordan, quid pro quo is acceptable." She re-adjusted her top before sitting a few chairs away from him across the table. Kicking off her shoes, her face broke into a mischievous grin. "Question: Why did you speak to me like that?" Jordan paused, and pursed his lips before answering. "Well, I had to be sure that you weren't going to tell anyone that I had a hot friend working next door that had made out with me in the middle of Wellington just to prove a point to some catcalling shit-stains that she had never met..." he replied drily. She nodded, and leaned in a little bit, waiting for him to continue. He smiled. "My indian question". She pouted, protruding her Bhabhi bottom lip and narrowing her eyes at him. "That's it?" He shrugged. "If I wasn't sure that you weren't going to tell anyone, I'd be worrying that people you told could start seeing a side of Sarah that she wasn't comfortable showing, which could cause problems for Mms her. She chooses the people she trusts very carefully and," he said, his voice hardening for a moment, "I tend to not be kind to those who prove themselves unworthy of that trust." He stared her in the eyes, as if daring her to make a joke or talk back to him. Shelly looked at me kind of funny and said, “Well what do you think he does silly, just go limp? Rushing forward I grabbed the front of desi his Scandal belt to secure him while I rapidly punched his balls Mms at least twenty times before driving the heel of my hand into his nose. When they saw this, Stephani, Nikki, and Julia all piped in to either shut her down or, at the very least, distract you from whatever Natalie was saying. I ended up on top, and I grinned into Lucilla’s eyes Bhabhi as my body weight suppressed her. If one of them suddenly opened the door, it would be a mortifying end to the bizarre day she was having. He set them on the counter and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. I start by sniffing his lower back and legs. “You will follow each of my directives as though they are military commands. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to block the flow. My mouth went to her other nipple, teasing and sucking away. Typically Patricia would have marveled at just how much, but Alicia had done something to make the cum have a milky appearance. Oh I see you had this indian planned . She smiled and said well something like it as I like to be prepared. well why don't you take a pic and show it to them.. So many relationships that never worked out. I thanked her for pussy fucking me the way she did and told her I hope that she wasn't too sore from it. Then came the moment even deen didn’t expect. Aah! Heat slowly crept into my nether regions, filling my belly with luscious heat. I wanted to twist around and see. “Hell, you can even watch us practice if you want.” “Were you addressing us?” Mistress Sam said sternly.