’ ‘Are you sir? Mr Jack is in charge of administrations, not the ops manager.’ ‘Don’t be too sure about what influence I may and may not hav... ma’am. You lead me to him and run!’ ‘Yes sir!’ Curtis was reading a newspaper, looked up and said, ‘You must be the new ops manager — um, Mr Bolt.’ ‘Correct. Why didn’t reception know I was coming?’ ‘Because I didn’t tell them. All you had to do was to ask to see me.’ ‘Not got good enough. Now get off your ass and greet me properly or else you’ll be out. ”“That’s your money. I gave it to you.”“No, it’s your money.”“Sorry. You got that wrong. I gave it to you to win or lose.”“Well, I’ve been treating it like it was your money.”“That was nice of you. I hope that it distracted you from your other problems.”“That’s the amazing thing. It did.”“Good.”“When you walked out of here after dropping that money on my desk, I wanted to kill you. First there was that whole bit about getting my legs back, which I still can’t figure what you meant by that. The. I looked down to see more of my body being revealed. My pussy lips and her fingers were glistening, covered by my juices. My hips were writhing more erratically with every passing second and as my top was raised above my breasts, I was incredibly turned on. She took a few seconds to look at my boobs and mouthed, “Simply gorgeous,” before bending down to kiss and suck on my left nipple. I bit down on my bottom lip in an effort to stifle a moan and then a gasp as her teeth sank in to pull, twist. “What?”, she repeated.Comprehension dawned in her eyes. “I recognize that look, buster! You will simply stand there, nicely, while I dry us off, and then we will take this conversation into the bedroom!” Mr. Happy started to reveal HIS view of that plan, and she continued.“Oh, no sir! You will just wait! I am not screwing you in a wet bed, mister! I just changed the sheets yesterday, and you are NOT going to mess up my nice neat bed!”I pouted.“Well, not THAT way, you’re not. You and I will get.