‘I’ll see if he’s in….’ ‘I already know that, Theresa,’ I snarled, going straight for his walnut panel door. I didn’t even bother to k...ock. Grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and yanked it open. ‘Dean,’ I began before I had a chance to register the data my eyes were collecting, ‘I absolutely will NOT tolerate –‘ Oh my god. Old Dean was having himself a nice wank right there behind his desk. Trying to cover it up by sliding his chair forward. I approached his wide desk. ‘…interference with my. Still my favorite feeling. And then, he reached down and robbed the tip of his dick along my pussy. I was already wet, and he was already hard, but his cock got harder as it touched me, and I got wetter.And then he entered me. And it was a good thing no one was home, because I let out the loudest moan of the night. He loved that, and started pumping slowly in and out of me. I wanted to see his face, but the sensation was too much that I could only lay back and close my eyes. I was throbbing.. . it just didn't matter.I suspect there's a good dose of self interest involved in such "negotiations" between wives. Self interest seems to drive most decisions. But if the women involved already love each other, with the kind of bond that Jill and her mother had, then self interest might not be the primary driving force.We don't know the answer to that in this case either, because when I was finally allowed to learn about the results of the negotiations, I wasn't given any information about. If you need more than $200, you need to earn it yourself. You aren’t the only kid around here.”“Alright, alright,” I said gloomily, “No need to start the lecture again.”“See you later, mum,” I said as I finished eating and got up.“Be safe,” she replied, handing me $200 as promised.I trotted across the town towards the train stop for the cleaning job. I spent the next 3 hours cleaning the platform and the washrooms. Done with the work, I went to the supervisor office to collect my $50.“Alright,.