"Please call us, Nick." Carolyn says, squeezing my hard c**k again before she sashays across the asphalt to their car.
I arrive at my dad's office, with my d**k still hard, and take the elevator to the fourth floor. I find the door that says Harrison & Associates and enter into a reception area. There is a reception desk and five visitor chairs, but no one is waiting. I've already got the ear buds in my ears, and I'm dialing the receptionist's frequency, as I walk up to her desk. I wait to push the button until I hear what she has to say.
"Hi. I'm Nick, Daryl's son, is he in?" I ask, this incredibly gorgeous woman, sitting at the reception desk. She's wearing a button up, wide collared blouse, with the buttons undone to her bra clasp. Her perfect, round t**s meet in the center of her che
