God, she felt so good and her passionate cries of "Oye! Oye! Oye, yo quiero tus chorizo!" Made me not want to stop, but we soon found that we didn't have much room on the couch. I got up and pulled her up to me, kissed her deeply for a few minutes, then I reached down and picked her up and carried my Mexican lover to the bedroom. I laid her on the king sized bed and she moved right to the middle. A few second later, I had removed her lace panties and dropped my boxers and I was back inside of her cinnamon pu*sy and I was totally exploring her wonderful depths with each stroke of my d*ck. She was grinding her hips and saying things to me in Spanish that I had no idea what they were, but she was into me and was enjoying what I was doing to her. I started maneuvering my d*ck to get into her as deeply as I could go. I pushed down hard into her and quickly found myself poking her deeply concealed cervix with my hardened d*ck and when she let out a series of grunts, c

He drove me back to the mansion, ready to defend myself with some fabricated stories I had made up in my mind. I walked inside with the packages and everywhere was quite.  It was 9am in the morning. I scanned round the house and it was obvious the no cleaning had been made. They are prkb waiting for me to return. I headed to my room and dropped my stuffs on the floor. I felt so tired and exhausted, so tired that it will be bad for me to do any cleaning. First of all, where would they be? I changed to a more comfortable cloth and picked my working tools, towel and vacuum cleaner and began from my room. As I was cleaning, I heard a sound of a falling plate from the kitchen. That's when it came to my mind that the food I cooked yesterday was not much. Jennifer must be very angry with me. I stopped what I was doing and headed to the kitchen. Getting closer,I began to hear a strange sound from the ki

*Mikes POV*...It was obvious that everything she said was lies but I don't want to extend the argument. It will lead to no where. I left the kitchen and headed to the room. I opened the door and Jennifer was busy with her laptop. "I think you will need an assistant. A personal assistant that will be helping you." "Personal assistant? I think there is no need for that. Besides, am not complaining." I replied and sat on the bed. "Yeah you are not complaining but there are needs for that. We have many work to do the next month and putting all on your shoulders without an assistant will exhaust you and as well as delay the works. You understand what am saying? "Hmm, you are making sense but why not leave it till next month lemme check and know if it's something am going to do or not." I replied. "What are you saying? Are you not happy that someone will

I turned around and took in my office, and even that filled me with pride. At times, it felt like I was still an unsure teenager in grown-up clothes, but whenever I sat in my office and took it in, I felt like I belonged. Yes , I belong.  Everything in my office was there for practicality. Some people liked to have fancy trinkets or impressive tech, but I simply wanted stuff that worked, that made my life easier.  I had two computers, one that I did my work on and a spare one that was hooked up to a projector for whenever someone needed computer access or needed to give a presentation. The far wall was left blank, no decorations, where the image could be projected. I was always a bit scattered, so I had a few piles of papers on my desk, but I knew where everything was.  My desk was made of a dark, heavy wood, and although at first I thought it was a bit much, I had to eventually admit that it was pretty co

 I dimmed the lights slightly with a remote to make the image on the wall clearer. She took a deep breath, stood next to the projection, and turned to me. "So, before I begin, I want to make a deal with you." she started. "Sure, what is it?" I asked, curious. "The case I'm about to make is very... unorthodox," she began. "All I ask is that you agree to hear me through, because I think I can make the case as to why I am the absolute best woman for this job. You might not agree with me at the beginning, but if you hear me out, I think I can change your mind." "Deal." I replied warmly, willing to give her a chance.  "I'm gonna hold you to that," she said with a slight smile and a pointed look. She tapped a button on the projector remote to begin the presentation. The first page of the presentation was very familiar. They were words I knew well. How to Get a Job