Please?” he said, his voice sincere but with an edge of hopelessness, he already knew his fate was sealed, but he couldn’t help himself but plead....he eyed him over as she placed her hammer down, figuring she no longer needed it with him restrained as he was and picked up her phone, walking to stand in front of him, looking down at the sorry, pitiful sight of the boy.He wasn’t crying, but he was close she could tell, his white cock soft between his thighs, his embarrassment, and shame written. Grabbing the remote they had found in the store, she pointed it atKim. "This should help...I hope." As soon as Christine pressed the large white button at the bottomof the remote, Kim's arms returned to their normal flesh tone. Kimthen took the remote and aimed it at Christine legs. "How's that?"Kim asked as Christina started with a wiggle of her toes. She thenbent her knee and sat up, breathing a sigh of relief that she couldstand up on her own. "I'm fine now." Christine said, quickly removing. At work he was well liked, respected and everyone thought highly of him. Stan Johnson, one of the firm’s founding partners and Jack’s boss, was an exacting man. Stan tolerated no excuses, no failures and certainly no whiners. He gave Jack a tremendous amount of work and responsibility. His boss expected him to finish what was assigned, and then ask for more. Saying ‘no’ or ‘I can’t’ was unacceptable. As it was, Jack had a tremendous fear of saying no. Saying no was like dying. The minute you. Everything's working out. Will you cook the steaks on the grill?"As she rose to go to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of pussy under her ass. "Christ, no panties at all. What a sexy woman." She brought a plate with two steaks out to him on the patio, as he fiddled with the heat. Her hip brushed against him as she returned to the kitchen. They ate in a large dining room, with knees touching under the table. He talked about the shop, his view's about problems there. "Your husband's as bad a.