"Good boy," she smiled at me and returned to her conversation. "No not you Claudio... just a client... Roger Moore... no no, 'vanilla' I'd guess... " ...he listened for a few moments. "Waiting staff? I hadn't thought of that... another thousand?" She looked for my agreement. I nodded again. I did some quick sums. I was still under my assumed budget. Eighteen. I knew they spent fifty on last years Christmas Party. And that party was crap. I figured half that was acceptable, even commendable. "I. Sean had warned her he could be possessive. However, the only times she noticed it was when Rodger or Essco came near her, and she felt he was more protective than possessive.Sean certainly had better control than Debora anyway. Her jealousy could be bloody annoying as far as Lee was concerned. How Kyle put up with it, she didn’t know. Kyle had always been an easy-going bloke who loved to talk to people of all sexes and ages.Lee had hoped that after two months, Debora would have gotten the hint. I carried you inside my belly and now I have you there again.”He thrust into her eagerly while her cunt sucked and bathed him in his previously spent cum. Her breathing changed to fast panting as John drove her closer to orgasm. Suddenly she went limp and slack. She lay, belly fluttering oddly, uttering sobs and groans, her cunt felt hotter and clenching until a sensation of frothing bubbles burst around his cock. This was too much for John as he forcefully shot potent seed, jabbing to plant it. I say you fucking sissy get over here. Get me a beer. Where's my remote? Where's my god damn dinner?I take my belt off and set it beside my recliner. I take my pants and uniform top off. I take my cigars out of my shirt pocket and set them beside me. I hang my pants and shirt over the back of my recliner. I set my shoes beside it. You can smell everything.I am now in just my wife beater tank top. White boxers. White Socks. Although after work none of them are white. The boxers a bit yellow in.