Although a small part of myself said if I took the job, I would be nothing more that an office slut, fuck toy, however you wanted to put it. At that m...ment, I didn’t really care.I snuck through the office, naked from the waist down, still wearing my suit jacket and dress shirt, still open of course. I got to the men’s' room door and pushed it open maybe a half inch at most and I listened to the three of them as they stood at the urinals pissing away. "How the fuck did you get that hot slut. "Look, there are too many people around; she's not going to try anything tonight. Besides, we'll just be playing into her hand and, then be destined for more trouble in the coming years." What are you talking about? How can our leaving cause us to have more problems? It seems to me it would reduce the problems." Mitch looked suspiciously at Tory. Chuck and Denise just watched in silence."It's an old wives' tale or Irish curse, or something. Anyway, you are destined to have a troubled year if. I move lower, and start kissing that ass. You move more on your stomach and in doing so spread your legs a little. I smirk. I continue to work my way down your body, covering your ass, your thighs with kisses. I stop to smell your essence but don’t touch it yet except for one soft kiss. I kiss your thighs, cover the back of your knees with multiple soft kisses, while kneading your calves. There next, as I kiss them, you’re ankles, and those lovely feet. I kiss the souls of your feet, eliciting. “A guy? Like she’s trans? How can you tell? She looks like a woman to me,” Stela said.“It is a woman. It’s a guy with fake pictures online pretending to be a woman,” I answered.“Ew. Gross. How can you tell?”“They’re all professional photos. There isn’t a single candid shot,” I answered.We were lying naked in bed. The window was open so we could feel the sea breeze and hear the sound of the crashing surf. Our bodies were sticky with sweat after a vigorous midday fuck.“My profile was all.