not yet, I have to call Jennifer back

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{if JenBack == 1}I notice Jennifer's sweater on the edge of the bed. I rush to the door and find that she has not yet started her car. "Hey Jen," I yell. "You left your sweater!"

Jennifer returns hurriedly with a devious but determined look on her face. As she strides into my room, she closes the door quickly behind her then unexpectedly proceeds towards me, kissing me hungrily on the mouth. "What a shallow excuse!" she says before engulfing my mouth again with her warm kiss. Our tongues tease each other as the tension between us heightens.{elseif JenBack==2}I again notice Jennifer's sweater on the edge of the bed. I rush to the door and find that she has not yet started her car. "Hey Jen," I yell. "You still forgot to bring your sweater!"

Sensing no movement from her car, I no longer wait for Jennifer to return for her sweater. I walk to her car and realize that she is sobbing. I open the door on the passenger's side and quietly get in. "What's the matter, Jen?" I ask with concern. She intentionally ignores me and I realize what I had just done. "You know you're pretty, intelligent, fun to be with, and all the other things a guy would want in a girl--- and I'd be lying if I said I never dreamed of kissing you--- but you have a boyfriend, Jen--- and I don't want our little business arrangement to complicate things between you and Eric."{elseif@ JenBack==0}Please enable GAME MODE!{endif}

{if JenBack == 1}As we disengage, I finally manage to say, "We should control ourselves, Jen."

"Yes," she says, as she bows her head in slight embarrassment. She slowly heads back to her car.{elseif JenBack==2}She instantly stops sobbing. "What?" A slight grin of relief showing on her face. "All along I thought I was not desirable, or that you didn't like me--- and I was just forcing myself on you, or that I had---"

I cradle her tear-stained face on my palms, and wipe some of her tears with my thumbs--- then kiss her lightly on the lips before she could say anything further.

She responds with gusto, and sucks on my lower lip as if she would bite it off. "Fuck my boyfriend!" She says angrily, as she takes off her racerback shirt, revealing her pale, conical orbs. "He's just too immature . . . he always asks what we talk about when I'm with you. Here, I'd like to feel your tongue on my nipples."

I look at her in hesitation, "Are you sure Jen?"

She grabs my head towards her breasts. "Don't hesitate or you won't get another offer," she says as she runs her fingers through my hair.

I start to suckle on one before proceeding to the other.{elseif@ JenBack==0}Please enable GAME MODE!{endif}

{if JenBack == 1}Maybe I should see Maria to divert my attention from Jennifer.{elseif JenBack==2}As I relish the softness of her teats, I could feel her hands move towards my groin. Her fingers are soon undoing my buckle and unzipping my fly. Finally, she is pulling out my engorged member and giving it a hurried hand job. She impatiently pushes me away from her breasts as she bends forward and engulfs my cock in her warm wet mouth. Soon, her head is bobbing up and down my length.

I couldn't believe Jennifer was adept at giving blowjobs. Just last week, her innocent face dominated most of the posters that enjoined everyone to conserve water. Now, my cockhead is apparently entering her tight throat and I feel I am about this is just too much for me. "This is such a dream come true, Jen, but I can't hold any longer," I say.

She pauses just enough to respond, "Give it all to me, John," before she resumes her rapid pace.

I let go of my load until she gags in her attempt to swallow all of it. My cum is splattered on her chin and neck, but she does not seem to mind. "You'd now make a good poster girl for cum conservation," I remark as I watch her lick some of my cum off her lips.

"It's cruel of you to say that, John, but I'd let it pass if you'll give me what you owe me."

Before I realize what she meant, she has already undone her white skirt and was extending her hosiery-clad legs on my shoulders. I gaze at her soaking wet pussy through the material of her pantyhose-- she didn't have undies under the hose. "Your turn," she says, as pulls my face towards her snatch.

I suck her nectar through the sheer nylon material as she starts to groan louder. I focus my tongue on the region around her clit as my fingers try to tear a hole though her hose.

"Oh John," she screams as her fingers grasp my hair and pull my head tighter against her crotch. I finally manage to tear a hole through her hose and insert two fingers into her slippery hole. I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers as I massage her G-spot. My fingers are suddenly immersed in a flood of her juices. "Yessssss!" she moans. Her hose is now soaking wet with her cum.

I lap at her fluids as I familiarize myself with her taste. I offer my cum-soaked fingers to her, which she sucks hungrily.

"Thanks, John." she grins, as pulls her skirt back on. "I really needed that."

She starts the engine, signalling that I should leave. "We should have a board meeting tomorrow, Chairman," she adds, as she puts on her sweater. I hesitantly disembark.

I wave at her as she drives off. On my way back to Room 101, I wonder whether I should still see Maria.{elseif@ JenBack==0}Please enable GAME MODE!{endif}