‘Dammit, has she left?’ I asked, turning to the guy who I assumed was her receptionist. ‘Nah, she hasn’t made it in yet,’ He said, looking u... from the computer, ‘Ms Alswel doesn’t tend to get in till quarter past.’ ‘Then why did she ask me to get here at nine?’ ‘To screw with you, she seems to find it funny. I’m James by the way,’ he offered, extending a hand which I warmly grasped. ‘Mark,’ I responded, ‘So is there anywhere to get a coffee on this floor?’ ‘Yeah the partner break room,’ he put. Although they wore one-piece suits, they were far from dowdy. Maggie's was a black and white print with a halter tie and a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel. She turned a little sideways to show its high cut on the side. Pat's suit was navy blue. Its neckline was scooped low in front to display her premium cleavage. The sides were cut high like Maggie's, which had the effect of making her curvy hips even more noticeable and her legs appear longer than they were."We better put on. I jiggled them, squeezed them, and sucked on her nipples in wonder that they were mine to do with as I pleased. Burying my face between her luscious mounds I wallowed in the feeling of her soft breasts on my skin.I was hard again and as much as I was enjoying myself I wanted to fuck more. Another condom and more lube and I was ready to enter her again. There was still enough inside her that I slipped in easily. I fucked her slowly and tried to decide. Should I go slow and try to make it. "The First Lady, a notorious champion of women's rights, had been standing directly behind Nicole as she had addressed me. She had come over to speak with Nicole and had heard Nicole refer to me as 'Master.' From her thunderous countenance, I couldn't tell which direction this was going to go. The First Lady gave me a murderous glance, which I ignored. I understood it was at my own peril to do so."That was nicely done, Miss Le Brech. Nicely done."I think she meant it as a compliment.Nicole,.