“Shut up!” Sheila shouted him down.“Yes, dear,” Gordon meekly replied now.“Well, I’m not him, if that’s what you’re asking me. He does...’t actually exist. I am a spirit, however. A spirit guide, if you will,” the spirit responded to her calmly, but firmly.“So, Satan doesn’t exist ... what about God?” Sheila demanded to know now.“Satan, God, all creations of man. At least the Christ, that is. And Jehovah. And Allah. Not your version of God. A big, old white man in the sky with a snow-white beard. I'll be back in ten minutes." I would help you, but then I would have to fuck you again," he laughed. "Then I'd have to fire you for being late!" I don't think you would fire me," Emily responded from upstairs. "You like me working under you way too much! Even your wife thinks I'm the perfect secretary. What would you tell her?"So this was Emily's new boss. He is the guy she found obnoxious and arrogant! I wondered what she would do if she liked the guy? He had only been with the company a. She had nice teeth, too, now that I was up close and personal with her (and not so surprised)."Well, now that that's all taken care of," I continued, as if correcting a pricing error at the grocery store, "let's think of some proper restitution. Any ideas?" Kaliqa remained silent. "Well, that doesn't surprise me. Stress sometimes clouts the creative process, doesn't it?" It was just then that the phone rang. I eyed both the phone and Kaliqa. She was completely nude, so I figured the probability. She leaned in hard, grinding her cunt against Serena and rubbing her thigh right on Serena’s clit. ‘Good girl,’ she said, her voice thick with desire. ‘Fuck me.’ Serena’s pleading melted into a growl as she rubbed right back at Ivy, rubbing her stiff nipples against Ivy’s full breasts until Ivy was panting with arousal. It was exactly like Ivy had dreamed it would be. She was going to make sure Serena knew exactly what it felt like to be a horny lesbian with a wet pussy, grinding against.