 "Sorry, Mr. Dimry, I just don't see any way around lesbo the DNA limits. We can create additives that lesbomature will lesbo cause people to develop a craving for certain, but not vegetables and absolutely not any artificially created lesbo substances."
 "Right, Phyllis. It really lesbo comes down lesbomature to some kind of genetic memory. If lesbo some food company served lesbomature something closer to our genetic material - like gorilla lesbomature meat, we could develop lesbo an insatiable craving for the product with CRV-55. The closer to our own DNA, and the closeness of the product to our genetic material. Hell, if someone marketed human sweat, with CRV-55 free, I could make lesbo you sell your grandmother to the Libyans in return for a cup of the stuff."
 She continued her stroking but brought her lips back lesbomature so that they just captured the end lesbo of my lust reddened rod. My hips lesbomature jerked forward, but she pulled her head back so my pole penetrated no further. With a sibilant, "Yesssss" I exploded, and looked down lesbomature to watch the culmination of my fantasies lesbo as I saw Cheryl's cheeks expand as my sizzling fluid filled her mouth.
 As lesbo I nodded lesbo my lesbo acquiescence, I lesbo saw a thin stream of my cum trickle out lesbo of lesbo her mouth and head down her cheek. A thin finger quickly lesbo vacuumed it back lesbo into her wettened maw.
 I pulled lesbo my lesbomature pants back up and headed toward the door. As I headed out I looked back. She lesbo was still on the floor, fully clothed, with her head tilted back. Her cheeks were hollowed as she savored the taste of me. She seemed happy.
 I enjoyed the sight for a moment, and then lesbo slipped my head away and quietly shut the door. Just lesbo as I closed it, I could her her moans rise in pitch and volume lesbo, signaling her orgasm lesbo in lesbo the mouth lesbo of lesbo the hunk between her legs. Hell, with her brassiness, I wasn't mature sure she even lesbo went for guys lesbo, but she sure was going for this one in a big way.
 Within minutes, Phyllis had arrived at my door - which lesbo I quite intentionally had left a few inches ajar. Out lesbo of free the corner of my eye I lesbo could lesbo see her gasp in surprise, then frown as she realized she held lesbo no lesbomature monopoly on her discovery. Even so, her curiosity kept her glued to lesbo the door lesbomature as my balls jerked and delivered up their load of lesbo my sticky seed into Ronelle's hungry lesbo mouth. I lesbo lay back lesbo and enjoyed lesbomature the sensation of lesbomature her cheeks pressing in on the sides of my sensitive organ while she drew every last drop out of me.
 I quickly looked lesbo to the door and caught Phyllis' eye, returning lesbo the wink she'd delivered lesbo the previous morning. Phyllis flushed - out of either embarassment or anger - and left the doorway.
 Phyllis and I scrambled free around, tidying things up lesbomature, surreptitiously scrubbing off lesbo incriminating stains lesbo from our couches lesbo, and printing lesbomature out test results . I shoved my box of doughnuts in a corner, straightened lesbo my tie, and tried lesbo to lesbo set up my lab lesbo station so that it looked like a had a hot project going.
 The blood drained from my face. The croissants. I'd doctored a couple in anticipation of a visit free from the sexy manager in accounting. Did Bowder have one of them? She didn't seem affected lesbo, and in a business-like sweep of lesbomature her arm lesbo took the reports lesbo from me free and headed toward the door. As her hand hit the doorknob, I sighed with relief. Phyllis' brown eyes glanced over at mine.
 Bowder turned. I could see her hand, still clutching our expense lesbo reports, shake slightly. "Excuse me," she mumbled, "could you free direct me free to lesbomature your ladies' room?"
 "Okay you two assholes lesbo, let's see if I got this straight." The elegance was gone from her voice lesbo. This woman was a street lesbo fighter if I ever heard one. "You've developed an additive that will cause lesbo whoever ingests it to develop a craving for certain ... shall lesbomature we say sexual secretions, right?" I froze lesbo, Phyllis dumbly nodded. "Let lesbo's see; you put some on the croissant to see if the old lady would fall prey to it and come slavering after you, get your rocks lesbo off and lesbo give you a huge lesbo bonus?" Phyllis and I began to sputter our protests. Bowder held up a hand to lesbo silence lesbo us lesbo.
 I nodded again. Bowder leaned back and chuckled lesbo. "It's a pity, though. While lesbo you free couldn't market this stuff to lesbo women, it would be pretty easy lesbomature to develop lesbo a lucrative black market for the male lesbo equivalent. Every executive lesbo I know would pay into six-figures for a substance that lesbo would make women crave the taste of semen."
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