“Have a seat,” Tony directed, and we all sat on the sofa facing his desk again. Ingrid had departed and closed the door.“You could have flown ba...k on Friday?” Tony said, and it was a question and not a statement even though he hadn’t added ‘why didn’t you?’ to it. “The plane was there for you to use,” he finished.“We figured that we owed you enough already, and we don’t like unpaid debts,” I told him.“What we did for you was just an example of what members of ‘the Family’ can expect when. Grinsworth. To what do I owe this pleasure?”“Grant, I’d heard about it, but I didn’t believe it!” he began, screaming, spraying spittle. He was really trying to work himself into a frenzy. “You bring our most important clients into this office! How in God’s name could you go out, behind my back and hire ... hire ... THAT!?!” He pointed savagely at the open door.“If by ‘that,’ you mean ‘her,’” I responded calmly, “it was agreed when I came onboard here that I’d hire my own staff. I haven’t. I got distracted by Laura grinding down onto my cock as she came, but returned my attention to my wife when I heard her cum for a third time. "OHHH! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!", my wife was yelling. Todd was pulling out of my wife's pussy all the way up to the head of his huge cock before sliding it back into her. Their fucking was becoming more vigorous with each thrust, and each time his cock bottomed out in my wife's pussy she exclaimed loudly. My wife was now having one orgasm after another, it. He'd served in the infantry. He'd used in the field some of the things our company had produced. We got along well. He happened to be a black man by the name of Jeremy."Morning Jeremy. Ready to do it again?" Why not, Steve? How you doing, Sarge?" Very well, thanks. I need to talk to you at lunch Sarge, so let's eat together. Good?" You got it. I was brown bagging it today, but I can leave that for another day and we can go out."We continued on to our own cubicles to get to work. At about 11:30.