My boss’s eyes carried a deep sense of anger, that would justify our indecency.We apologized for the issue and had left the venue. The situation at ...hat time never took a good turn, rather my meeting with her always resulted in the hurling of abuses, and tense environments. Further, the appraisal seasons were approaching, and this made me all the more tense, as a result of my conflicts with her.A week before the release of appraisals, I was called to her office and since it was a Saturday, most. It felt like heaven… Smooth, soft and forbidden. I squirmed in my seat slightly, as my ever growing hard on forced me to re-adjust my position.I checked my wife again, seeing she hadn’t noticed my distraction. My hand was now being led from Pooja’s thigh to her crotch where I felt a smooth, silky material which felt very warm and possibly moist? I felt her move aside her panties feeling course hair, moist lips and warm female juices flow from inside her to my hand.Pooja made sure my hand was. Someone had rescued the hotel for a B&B. The owners added the piano bar to draw some local business as well. The lady who owned the B&B and her daughter played the piano. They were both very, very good. The mother played show turns and light comedy music, while the daughter did a lot of classic rock. In other words the music was great fun. They served drinks and a couple of different sandwiches with a railroad theme.I had a glass of wine but nothing more. I didn't even like wine, but it was. Know this, though, I’ve never felt as loved and needed as I have these past weeks, and I want Michael’s baby more than I could ever tell you.”“Michael, all your wives agree,” summarized Dora.The pile was mostly quiet for a while, except for the occasional sniffle; hugs, caresses, cuddles, and squeezes were the primary communications.Carole spoke, “I propose that the new junior wife and I consult to put together a slate of candidates for subsequent rounds of procreation.” Laughter. “Anyone.