Quick Beginnings"Some days I feel like work follows me home."She smiles, "You don't seem to mind that much." Hey, that's not fair."She cocks an eyebro... at him."If I couldn't work, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I am very good at this, and it's what I do." I didn't mean it like that. I'm happy you like your work." He's not usually this touchy. He's agitated. Maybe he's getting it from her."Sorry..." A satyric smile, "Come here you little whelp, and I'll show you what I think real work. It started at the base of my spine and spread out into my belly, up my back, down my legs. I felt her hands put pressure on my shoulders, pushing me down on to the deck. Then she was sitting on my hips, her hands holding my face as she kissed me. I reached up putting my hands on her hips. She felt strange in my hands. I was used to holding Matt’s hips: flat and hard, the feel of muscle and bone. Jen’s curves were luscious, her skin soft, its tone supple and smooth. Jen’s hands found their way. She holds the tip of the strap above her shoulder with her left hand taking careful aim. Then she squeezes tension into the handle with her right, lets go of the tip and follows through with her whole arm like a champion golfer. It is thus, as the leather impacts the palms, that the deep "Thung" sound emits followed by my voice counting out loud the number of the stroke. Realising that that sound can be heard all over the house my cock quickly returns to its "flagrante" mode. As the session. Soon it was lunchtime and all work stopped for a bit as everyone went to lunch. I chose to go to a little cafe not too far from the office that I had taken note of on my way to work.Lunch was nice, I listened to a bit of the conversation as I ate–as I said I am a big fan of the South and part of that is the drawl!After lunch, it was back to the office and to the big meeting. I stopped by my office to grab some notes I had written up for the meeting and then went to the conference room.I entered.