Her Boss asked me if I would mind if he would stick a finger in my wife’s asshole. Anita had her mouth full of my cock, so she was in no position to...complain about it. Her Boss lubed his fingers with his own saliva and with no warning shoved two of them easily deep in Anita’s ass.She groaned as she sucked my cock. After a minute, the old bastard smiled to me and showed he was inserting now three fingers deep hard in my sensual wife’s anus.Then he said Ana was ready for some cock…She started to. Here was another one, another coincidence.“Claire!” I squeaked, finally.“Jimmy!” she mouthed. “Jimmy, this is a pure coincidence, really.”The family Pollard sure was into coincidences, I thought.“Yeah, like I believe that,” I said, sounding no doubt a little bit snide.“Jimmy, I come here all of the time. We live near here now, maybe a mile and a half up the road, at the Crown Towers,” she said. “It’s just a coincidence. I know you don’t want us coming around you, so we haven’t. It’s just a. ”Again, Lissa nodded.“The important bits are that Heather is probably the fastest member of the team without the ball, and darned fast with it.” There was a general murmur of agreement, so I pushed on. “Since her style will be different from yours, Lissa, we need to come up with a plan on how to use that style. Heather’s fast and she’s good at wind sprints, so I thought to use her as our primary streaker. No, that’s not quite right. I think that we should set her up so that if she sees an. " Jameson's smile was disconcerting as he disappeared behind the elevator doors."Betty," Robbie turned to the secretary, "You may want to send Peter a text. You're friends, right?"Betty's cheeks flushed as she had already pressed send. Robbie gave her a squeeze on the shoulder before he turned to the city desk and took the never-ending battle to Foswell."That's just great." Peter slumped into an empty cafeteria table and dropped his undercooked french fries and not-quite-fit-for-prison-inmates.