The Realtor and the Contractor Can’t Resist Each Other

“Well, what’s this? She has to take it every morning. Sislovesme Then she swallowed it with the practice ease of a bimbo, working her lips farther and farther down my dick until her lips was buried in my dark pubic hair. “And why have you been poisoned?”
“Because I was a bad cunt that never listened to you, Mistress,” she promptly said, raising her pussy-coated fingers to her lips. “Frank’s cum. She put up with it all for power. He took over from that shrew Veronica.”
“Right,” I said, like I had forgotten, “BT Chemical is in your state.”
“And he invented this?”
“The bimbo serum. Remember what we talked about.”
Natasha’s vapid face put on what approximated a serious look as she nodded. My ass burned with aching pain. Peterson,” she beamed. Oh, yes! I squirmed on his lap, humping against Janet’s mouth. In my hands, given out to the right women—narrow-minded shrews, those women who still clung to antiquated ideals that they were men’s lessers instead of their betters—it would revolutionize the world. “And what about Natasha’s husband?”
“Bribery. And then I injected her with the bimbo serum. “Oh, fuck,” I said, glancing at Natasha as she knelt on the ground, the stupid bimbo still licking at the perverted manager’s cock. She was married and letting me fuck her asshole. Peterson,” she beamed. “Do you feel better now, Mr. She stirred me up. I breathed out my nose, wiggling on his lap. “Oh, so much cum is spilling out of you,” moaned Janet. I invented the serum because Frank missed the old me.