She turned her head sharply when she heard the key in the door and the boss walked back in carrying a tray with 2 glasses of wine. Come he said to her...sit at my feet. He went to the kitchen, he needed a drink and he was sure she would wellcome one too. He opened a good bottle of wine and pourd 2 glasses. His lower body still naked his cock now phlacid and hanging free. he wondered if it would come back to life after cumming twice in quick succesion. He planned to take her to the bathroom next,. With that I stood up, went back to the kitchen and pored one more shot before heading to the staircase. As I ascended up the staircase, the laughter became more obnoxious and clear, like schoolgirls making fun of something. Now at the door, I see that it's slightly cracked. I do my best to peek through the slit in the door to see what's so funny.I first see Marcie, and I almost immediately felt my cock press tight against my pants. She had on one of my wife's tight fitting, short sleeved, red. She didn’t say anything, just stepped towards me and grasping my cock pulled me close. I cupped her pussy as we kissed and she was good, nibbling on my tongue and lips. Slowly we sank to our knees and then she lay back and I knelt by her side.She continued stroking my cock as I began fingering her. I guessed it had been a long time without sex for her because she was soon getting wet and with 2 fingers in her hips were pushing up against me as she groaned with pleasure. She broke off the kiss. The promise of landing the big story outweighed her common sense or duty to do the right thing. She knew what her father and mother back in ‘sticksville’ would say about her capricious behavior. They would have wanted to intervene and get me the hell out of dodge. I wanted to fulfill my contract to bring exclusives to the newspaper I was under contract too and explode my blog numbers at the same time. Her ambition expelled the sense of self preservation, only getting the story mattered. So, if.