I have never played before so he had to explain it to me.We don’t have anything to bet with…” I said, “You know we’re all broke… haha.”“We co...ld bet drinks, make it a drinking game.” Alan suggested.“How about some strip poker?” James chimed in.“Ya right! I am going to need a whole lot more of this if we decide to do that!” I said gesturing to my nearly empty glass.Without saying a word Alan got up out of his chair reached over and grabbed my glass with a smile. He quietly began filling my cup. “Hello, is this cook in the kitchen?”The voice on the other end sounded rushed and slightly impertinent to her Park Avenue gentile ears.“Yes, Miss, what do you want?”She held her annoyance in check because the woman was fairly new and after all she really belonged to her parents and not to her as an employer.“Would you be a dear and pop over to the garage and scoop up that James fellow to come up to my room to store my valises in the top of the walk-in closet? They are in my way and so. I looked at Lynn. The elevator continued towards our ground floor. He reminds me of my ex-husband, Rob. Lynn would hear my story about my corporate married husband, Rob. He was married, but only to the place where he worked. The first year of our marriage was good, but not great. We struggled to make ends meet. I was just hired by an ad agency in Phoenix, and Rob continued to bust his balls for a promotion that would never come at the accounting firm. By the end of our eighth year of marriage,. I couldn't help but stare. Then he pulled some sweats out of his bag, and turned to me, asking, “Are you on break?” I said, "Yes." and he asked, “What are you eating for lunch?” I don’t know what compelled me to say it except for my lust for Mike, but I said, “I’d really like to eat your cum.” Mike said, “What?” and I replied, “You heard me.” Mike chuckled and said, “I’m not gay." I said, “You don’t have to be gay, just horny.” Mike said, “I don’t think I could do that." He went back to.