Pleased that the boss hadn’t moved an inch, Ariana picked it up and licked it all over; she figured that she might as well lube it up a little this time. ” the older officer asked, both she and her friend doing a perfect job of ignoring the fanservice. “And if this was a mistake, why didn’t you come forward to your boss? Not for the first time, Jennifer wished she had the son or daughter of a bitch who had framed her right next to her – sometimes she imagined she’d be back in jail for murder, but at least this time she would definitely have done it. She sounds fun,” the blowsy blonde on the bunk above her said with a grin.Ariana might have slid the Indian into Monica’s lovely tight cheeks at the same time as Jennifer’s tongue touched the newcomer’s rear entrance, but if not it was close enough to make no difference. ” “Then how’d the 800 grand from RM Housing’s account end up in yours? ” “BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS HER MONEY, YOU FUCKING MORON! “Yeah,” Jennifer told Denise Welch, her cellmate for the past six months.
Jennifer’s tongue licked up and down the path between the girl’s asshole and pussy as if she couldn’t make up her mind, and honestly she really couldn’t. She’d worked on it long enough that something could pop in there without anything else required to lube it up, she’d bet – and soon she’d finally get to give Monica the treatment as she’d dreamed of ever since she joined. From behind, Jennifer felt a hand resting on her shoulder. “And I won’t call you Jennifer, because no one who steals from my company is a friend.” “I… Shay Mitchell liked being awake early in the morning; always had been, from when she was a kid. “Because you were the only one of the bunch who never came on to me,” Blake had said with a relieved smile. “Yeah, I heard…” That had been half-true; Shay was certainly in love with Emma Roberts, but both she and Emma had no problems at all with sleeping with other women.
“You have beautiful legs, Miss Lawrence…” “Thank you, but call me Jennifer.” “…and if I give you a raise,” Monica continued, spreading her fingers into the hot, soaking bush between her receptionist’s thighs, “will you show them more often?
” “It’s a deal,” the redhead groaned as the brunette sank to her knees and gently pushed Jennifer onto her desk, lying half on and half off with Monica between her legs, lapping away with years of practice on her side.
At least she could do something about the second one by coming in very, very early.
She needed to get a jump start on work anyway; even though everyone at R. Housing had been just as stunned when the news broke about Roselyn as she had been, business was business – they hadn’t lost as many customers as feared, but it was still a bit tight.