She could, of cause say no to him, but she knew that it would cost her the job, and she really liked (and needed) this job. She send him a fake smile ...nd promised to be there on time. When she got his address, she return to her desk, for a few more hours of work. She had managed to get home, shower and dress, but there hadn´t been time to eat. Her lunch plus the 2 glasses of wine she had washed down while getting ready, would have to do. She was feeling like a cheap slut already, but she really. It took a little longer getting back, as it was a bit darker. The clouds obscured the moon. I pulled my jeep up next to the town car. I looked at it, briefly. Well, that could wait till morning. I was beat.I got out of the jeep, and went into the house. The computer told me that it was still all clear when I checked on it. I thanked it, and told it I was going to bed, which it acknowledged.The next morning I showered, stripped my bed and put everything I was wearing last night in the wash. I. " I replied quietly, despite my wife's stare burning a hole in me.My mother-in-law quickly rewarded me for my 'correct' answer, as she hoovered my flaccid cock into her warm mouth, toying with it with her tongue as it engorged itself in her warm orifice. As it reached its full nine inches she sucked it a few times before allowing it to fall from her mouth as she gave me a Cheshire cat grin. As she stood up I grabbed her breasts and started fondling them, before bending down to suck her erect. Lunch was a drag, though. Al sat at the end of the table farthest away from me, and he was still bragging.Carl Flagler was sitting about halfway between Al's location and Sean's and mine. He leaned toward me and said, fairly loudly, "I heard Al Gallo kicked your ass. Man, I wish I hadn't missed that fight." Flagler didn't like me much. The feeling was mutual. His real first name was "Carol," but the kids had made fun of his seemingly feminine name."No, no," I said. "He didn't kick my ass. He.