It was a while since they had made love, and Phil’s hands explored the front of her dress. No bra! He felt her firm medium-sized breasts through the...linen and was immediately ready. Very ready. He pulled her into the bedroom and instantly they were rolling around, pulling off each other’s clothes. Shirt, dress, pants, sox, briefs and panties flew onto the floor. Emily pulled down the bedspread and soon they were rolling on the clean cool cotton sheets. She was taking the initiative, holding. It really was a turn on for her to have authority over her boss in this way. In her previous jobs, it had been the men who had frequently brushed against her, touching her bottom, even leaning in towards her breasts, which she found so abhorrent. So, when she discovered she had a boss who so willingly submitted to her she quickly learned the little techniques needed to make him enjoy her submission. After all, she needed Jack to want to submit to her rather than hating her for it and knew that. ..." my mouth opened....... "You get more and more goergeous the more times I see you!" Debbie was dressed in black high heels, black stockings, a black, tight skirt, a white blouse which was well unbuttoned to reveal her ample clearage and a white bra which was trying (Very Hard) to hold in all of her assets. "Thanks, ain't you sweet!" was her reply as her eyes glisind and she gave me that slutty smile. "So, what have we got for tonight then?" she asked. "Shaft" I replied.......... "Shaft?". Eve was dressed in a way most women would for an evening out. A little blackdress fashionably short, a gold chain necklace, which hung to a point between her small breasts, and three inch high black heels, her make-up, was perfect. It was incongruous as you don’t expect that on a Monday mid-morning. ‘Can I help you?’ She asked politely. ‘Mrs. Chatsworth?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I am John Birch from Sunrooms.’ I introduced myself. ‘Your husband has asked me to drop off this package for you.’ Her face cleared.