But the benchmark for girls was Clare. Beyond beautiful, his personal assistant exuded confident guts. He trusted her to execute any task, navigate or...destroy obstacles, and deliver.Five nights ago, he'd worked late. Visible through his glass office wall, she'd appeared consumed by her laptop. He'd enjoyed her flawless shoulders, elegant neckline, and flowing brunette tresses, including her entire body in his nighttime fantasies. For the past year, she'd been a frequent star.She wasn't just. After 25 years of life, I was bored with sex. It's certainly not because I had an unusual amount of experience. I wasn't ugly, just overweight coupled with a lack of confidence and fear of rejection the amount of time I had sex did not exceed the number of fingers I had. Being from the first generation to be overloaded with internet porn, those experiences had been awkward. I wanted more. Something less realistic. Sex that could only exist in my head and apparently from what I could understand. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw me and waited until one of the seats next to me was open. He then sat down and without a word pulled out his cock, grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face into his pubes. I sucked and again he held my head all the way down on his cock until he came. Again he pulled up and left without a word. Now I love being a slut and I love being nothing more than fuck and suck holes for horny guys with big cocks. But I really loved being used and used. He’d lost control in his home, the one place he was sure he had total control. ‘This…this is crazy, Lise!!!’ he said. ‘This is totally crazy!!!’ Lise sat there, watching her husband pace. After a few minutes, she stood up. ‘Rod, I’m not going to force you to make a decision about this right now,’ she told him. ‘I want you to think about what I’ve said. I don’t want to force you into anything. But I’m not sure it will work if you’re here. I think it will be easier for both of us if…if you were.