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“I want those launch codes!” “Never Drake, I would rather die than hand you the keys to our arsenal.” The two sets of eyes watched the laptop screen intently. Watching the first edit of a new Napoleon Drake episode together had become something of a ritual for Dylan and Heather. The show was a hit in 13 countries. The Austen Animation team had trebled in order to keep up with the demand for episodes. There was now even talk of a feature length movie version, and yet the pair maintained the same possessive critical eye on proceedings. This was their routine, bordering on a superstition. Dylan stood behind the seated Heather, his hand on the back of the chair. Leaning forward he whispered, “The score is too frivolous at this point. We need something more dramatic.” Heather nodded, and scribbled a note on her pad. The door was kicked open, shedding a shaft of light on the man bound to the chair. Through the doorway strode the imposing form of the General. With a flourish of çankaya escort his cape, Napoleon Drake slipped away into the cover of darkness. “Drake!!!” “We shall meet again General. Ta ta for now!” “Drake!!!!” The General’s scream went unanswered save for a faint echo of Drake’s trademark chuckle. Napoleon Drake had slipped through his fingers. But at least the President was safe. As the credits rolled, Dylan turned his gaze from the laptop to look at Heather. “Well, what do you think?” “I love it. This plot arc is really really good, and the edit is on the money. For once there’s really not too much to change.” Dylan’s hand moved to rest lightly on Heather’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s what is bothering me. What have we missed?” Heather turned her face to Dylan’s. One hand gently stroked his cheek. “That’s what I love about you. Ever the optimist!” Dylan laughed, and kissed her on the lips. “Now can I have my desk back Heather?” Heather stood rus escort up and ostentatiously beckoned Dylan to the chair. As Dylan sat down Heather sank to her knees. Dylan parted his legs and Heather unzipped his trousers. This was also part of the routine. Every episode since the pilot had been christened in this office. A knock at the door was swiftly followed by the door opening. Heather ducked her head down and shuffled under the desk and out of sight. Through the door strode one of the visiting auditors who had been examining Austen Animation’s finances. He stopped in his tracks. “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t…I was told that you weren’t here” “And yet you knocked?” “Force of habit. I need to pick up some more files.”Dylan felt Heather’s head rest on his thigh and her hand reach inside his trousers. Dylan shuffled some papers on his desk. “Yes, go ahead. Just be quiet please. I need to concentrate on what I’m doing.” Dylan spread his legs wider. eryaman escort He felt his cock stiffening with every stroke of Heather’s fingers. Heather felt Dylan’s cock swelling. A frisson of naughtiness from the presence of the auditor in the room rushed through her body. She could feel herself getting aroused. The tell tale feeling between her legs was letting her know that when the time arrived, she would be more than ready to receive Dylan’s cock. The auditor flipped through a file of invoices. Dylan pretended to study a script but in truth his mind was fully occupied with matters further south. He felt Heather pull his cock free and rub her soft cheek against it. Her fist tightened around him, slowly wanking him while her thumb rubbed the head of his cock. He wanted her now. Damn this bloody auditor! What’s taking him so long? Heather saw a glistening bead of pre-cum emerge from Dylan’s cock. The tip of her tongue swept it away. The salty taste adding more fuel to her desire. She knew she had to be as silent as possible. She longed to take Dylan deep into her mouth, to suck his cock and slurp on it. But she knew she couldn’t draw attention to what was happening and it was frustrating the hell out of her. Heather looked up at Dylan.
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