behind that."
For
once Lisa trumped Carl, or at least he felt so.
"I
really have no clue what you mean!" he defended himself vehemently. She
raised her brows and rolled her eyes in disbelief. 'Is he playing games with
me?' she asked herself.
"I
really do not understand," he insisted, almost as if he read her mind.
"Ok.
Yes, Halliburton can stand to profit from it, but only given that no
environmental suits or other issues come out of their drilling. And that
includes the past. In other words, if there were any issues in the past in that
area, they will surely represent a constant risk of being renewed. In other
words, they can come back and they can quickly eat into any profits they hope
to make," she added.
"What
makes you think there were any problems in the past? Do you know anything about
it?"
"No,
but then why would BP insert such a clause in their contract?"
Carl
felt like a complete idiot. He failed to see that aspect and kicked himself for
it. Ever the sport, Lisa felt his impotency and reached out to him.
"Don't
feel bad. I failed at this on the first try, too."
Carl's
ego got hurt easily but he recovered just as fast. He came early in life to the
conclusion that spending too much time on an insulted ego would be a waste of
time and resources. Pick up the pieces of your shattered ego and move on, he
would say. His mind moved on to more important things.
"That is interesting, Lisa. Would you give me a little time to think about it?
In fact, how about we talk about it over dinner tonight?"
Lisa's
face glittered with sexual innuendo and she couldn't help herself taking a prod
or two at him.
"Is
this all you want to do over dinner, big boy?"
"Hmmm.
That depends on what's for dinner," he answered just as provocatively.
"Ahhhhh.
Let me think. Let me see what I can come up with. Meanwhile, see to it that you
come up, too."
"Come
up or go up?" he asked as he winked at her again.
"Both,"
she said as she walked out of his office proud of her manhandling experience.
She knew she was good, but not this good. Little did she know he was about to
teach her much more.
♥♥♥♥♥
It
was simply too late in the night to wake him up for a quickie. Monica struggled
to fall asleep, but just couldn't. She tossed, turned, kicked and even counted
to ten about fifteen times, but all to no avail. Sleep just didn't want to come
to her beautiful eyes and she worried about them. 'I must sleep,' she said
angrily to herself.
She
knew that a good orgasm might just do the trick. A deep orgasm. One that would
take all that damn energy from her. An orgasmic outcome that would simply knock
her out. 'Man, how great it would be if doctors could come up with a pill
that'd give us an orgasm to sleep!' she muttered to herself.
She
knew how to give herself some of the best orgasms she ever had, but she had to
be in the right mood for it. She needed stimulation and her mind began to
search in her sexual memories. Soon, though, she realized that thoughts,
'dirty' or not, wouldn't be enough. She needed more. She needed to see, to hear
an orgasm.
She
reached for her cell and the ear set and plugged them together. A little
on-mute porn may do the trick, but soon even that proved to be a problem. 'What
do I want to watch? Foursomes, couples, orgies? Oh, hell, who am I kidding? A
good anal flick might just do it.' She was grateful for once that Craig was a somewhat
of a deep sleeper and as ironic as things might have been, the late hour worked
to her advantage, too. The later the hour the more sound he slept.
She
turned on to the first anal pod she saw and tapped play. As the movie played,
she realized she needed some extra help and reached for the banana vibrator by
her nightstand. He bought that for her sometime ago as a joke, but soon
realized it was more than that. He was only too happy to make her happy.
She
placed it against her clit as she watched the movie. She felt a tinge in her
clit, but realized she may soon get too
For
once Lisa trumped Carl, or at least he felt so.
"I
really have no clue what you mean!" he defended himself vehemently. She
raised her brows and rolled her eyes in disbelief. 'Is he playing games with
me?' she asked herself.
"I
really do not understand," he insisted, almost as if he read her mind.
"Ok.
Yes, Halliburton can stand to profit from it, but only given that no
environmental suits or other issues come out of their drilling. And that
includes the past. In other words, if there were any issues in the past in that
area, they will surely represent a constant risk of being renewed. In other
words, they can come back and they can quickly eat into any profits they hope
to make," she added.
"What
makes you think there were any problems in the past? Do you know anything about
it?"
"No,
but then why would BP insert such a clause in their contract?"
Carl
felt like a complete idiot. He failed to see that aspect and kicked himself for
it. Ever the sport, Lisa felt his impotency and reached out to him.
"Don't
feel bad. I failed at this on the first try, too."
Carl's
ego got hurt easily but he recovered just as fast. He came early in life to the
conclusion that spending too much time on an insulted ego would be a waste of
time and resources. Pick up the pieces of your shattered ego and move on, he
would say. His mind moved on to more important things.
"That is interesting, Lisa. Would you give me a little time to think about it?
In fact, how about we talk about it over dinner tonight?"
Lisa's
face glittered with sexual innuendo and she couldn't help herself taking a prod
or two at him.
"Is
this all you want to do over dinner, big boy?"
"Hmmm.
That depends on what's for dinner," he answered just as provocatively.
"Ahhhhh.
Let me think. Let me see what I can come up with. Meanwhile, see to it that you
come up, too."
"Come
up or go up?" he asked as he winked at her again.
"Both,"
she said as she walked out of his office proud of her manhandling experience.
She knew she was good, but not this good. Little did she know he was about to
teach her much more.
♥♥♥♥♥
It
was simply too late in the night to wake him up for a quickie. Monica struggled
to fall asleep, but just couldn't. She tossed, turned, kicked and even counted
to ten about fifteen times, but all to no avail. Sleep just didn't want to come
to her beautiful eyes and she worried about them. 'I must sleep,' she said
angrily to herself.
She
knew that a good orgasm might just do the trick. A deep orgasm. One that would
take all that damn energy from her. An orgasmic outcome that would simply knock
her out. 'Man, how great it would be if doctors could come up with a pill
that'd give us an orgasm to sleep!' she muttered to herself.
She
knew how to give herself some of the best orgasms she ever had, but she had to
be in the right mood for it. She needed stimulation and her mind began to
search in her sexual memories. Soon, though, she realized that thoughts,
'dirty' or not, wouldn't be enough. She needed more. She needed to see, to hear
an orgasm.
She
reached for her cell and the ear set and plugged them together. A little
on-mute porn may do the trick, but soon even that proved to be a problem. 'What
do I want to watch? Foursomes, couples, orgies? Oh, hell, who am I kidding? A
good anal flick might just do it.' She was grateful for once that Craig was a somewhat
of a deep sleeper and as ironic as things might have been, the late hour worked
to her advantage, too. The later the hour the more sound he slept.
She
turned on to the first anal pod she saw and tapped play. As the movie played,
she realized she needed some extra help and reached for the banana vibrator by
her nightstand. He bought that for her sometime ago as a joke, but soon
realized it was more than that. He was only too happy to make her happy.
She
placed it against her clit as she watched the movie. She felt a tinge in her
clit, but realized she may soon get too
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