Sniffing Things Out Oct.22.2007
I pressed the intercom and leaned back in my chair, fingers clasped across my ample belly. "Yes, Mr. Taylor?" came a sing-song voice on the other end. "Suzanne, can you bring me the Lovesome file, please?" "Right away, sir." Less than a minute later, Suzanne's breasts signaled her arrival. I trained my eyes to the [...]