...?This game is called, ?See Who Cane Make Your Boss Cry First?, orsomething like that?, she said while trying not to laugh.?I?ve rounded up all the ...emales in the office who I know you?veeither made a pass at, have a crush on, or otherwise treated with disrespect..and now they get to have a turn at you.?, she continued.My daughter Heather stepped forward with a strange device in herhand.? ?And we have a special gamesreserved for perverts who want to fuck their daughters... we?ll call it. I turned to face him, and our lips met, then our tongues. It all seemed so natural, so intimate. At that point I melted into him, releasing years of suppressed passions and physical needs. Our clothes were quickly discarded, revealing our mutual arousal. We engaged in a prolonged period of nude cuddling, kissing, and fondling. He led me to his bedroom, and we resumed our foreplay on his bed. His kisses trailed down to my nipples, over my stomach, and to my erection, which was drooling copious. ”“But I don’t want to share him,” lashed Cheyenne back. “Besides, he only loves me. Don’t you, baby?”Dick looked down at the tip of his boot, kicking the side of a shelf. “I’m sorry, Kat. In our business, love comes too easy, because it throbs in our cocks and cunts.”“Bullshit. One can love more than one person, and no one can possess another.” I was angry, disappointed and heartbroken. What was I supposed to do?I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Both of you belong to middle-class. 'It's curious that I can enjoy him so much, yet I don't love him, ' she thought, 'He gives me so much more than Andrew ever did, in every way, the luxury, the orgasms, the spankings, the mastery; even his ignoring me at times makes me feel more intensely when I am with him. I should be jealous because he sleeps with lots of other women, even my daughter and his own mother. I don't mind any of that as long as I get my share, and not knowing if it will be me or someone else on any night adds.