These were the kind of men whose entire world revolved around their work and making money. They were addicted to the game. And every once and awhile, ...hey'd need a kinky way to blow off some steam. A natural stress reliever.Through the strings of the violin in the background, Cassie suddenly noticed something jarring. A nagging, uncomfortable feeling hovered in the back of her mind. Her breath caught in her throat when it finally hit her.This man was Mr. Hasselbeck. The fantasy world Cassie was. I took advantage of my lack of duty to amuse myself with her back, running my fingers over it and kissing her shoulders. In a moment I looked over her shoulder. There were panties on the screen, much nicer ones than she normally wears.“You like those?” I asked.“I do.”“You don’t normally wear them.”“My mom goes through my laundry. I bought bikini briefs once and you’d think I’d made a declaration to whore my way through high school. But I could wash them here...”“Add some bras, sets, whatever. We would become swingers, but how?At this point I must include that we had an adventurous (for the time) sex life anyway. We both looked at porn magazines and later video's (nice women didn't do that) We used sex toys, such as there were and after fucking her I would always eat Irene out and if she sucked me off she would hold the spunk in her mouth and then transfer it to mine. I knew that she had had sexual relations with another girl and she knew that I wasn't averse to cock sucking.We had a. Karen had come to terms with the nature of their relationship in the very first year they were in business. She had the smarts and the education, probably 65-70% of every campaign was hers. But he had the spark. Most of the time, there was no idea, no concept for her to work on until he'd brought it to life. She could manage an office, organize a staff, plan a project, manage it, but Harry inspired it, lifted it, fueled it and drove it. He was the front man, the idea man, the jester, the piper.