“Then she needs a friendly shoulder to cry on,” Claire said thinking that it should be his shoulder that was offered.“She’s just as likely to ...ite that shoulder as to cry on it,” Jack said. If he got snapped at for doing nothing more than offering some coffee to Abby, then he had no idea what would happen if he walked into her bedroom.Claire looked at him thinking that he must have said something to Abby to upset her if he wasn’t willing to help her. She asked, “What did you do?”“Me? I didn’t. I put them in the sleeves of the tapes I pulled out and then put everything back where I had found it. The one difference was that the tapes from the cabinet were now in my car.I didn't want to go back to the office so I drove around until my usual homecomming time. I didn't expect to find him home and I didn't. I did find a note, explaining that he had accidentally knocked over the champagne bottle and broken it. He said he was sorry. I already knew that. I just planned to make him much. They waved and asked if they could join me. After some small talk I revealed that I was to be alone for a few days but it was fine since it gave me time to explore the city a little more. Over hearing this conversation was my diilegent waitress who was standing closely in the case I had a need. I had a need alright and that was to fuck this little brown fuck machine silly. We chatted further and made tentative plans to meet for a drink later since they had a full day planned preparing for their. She would give me a blowjob occasionally and was willing to try any position I wanted but she refused anal sex or any kind of bondage play. One evening while we were lying in bed fooling around the topic of fetishes came up. After a bit of coaxing I got her to reveal her secret fantasy to me and imagine my surprise when she told me that she sometimes fantasized about a guy at her work named Randy. It seems that one of the other girls there had dated Randy for a while and she told my wife.