I hope you like getting emails from Cora -- you’ll never know whether it’s real or from me unless you read them. Better get back to your work, Cra...g, you wouldn’t want the quarterly review committee to hear that you don’t -- put out enough quality!”There was no signature on the email. Not that he needed one. For what seemed the millionth time he cursed his stupidity in having logged onto that porn chat website from the office. He’d thought himself so clever, finding a way to bypass the office. He could feel the stiffness of her nipples on his chest. She brought her hands in between them and started working the button on his jeans, her hands brushing against his member. Every time her hands brushed him, it felt like an electric shock ran through her body. She kissed her way down to his chest, licking and biting gently at his nipples. He leaned his head back and groaned as she got his jeans undone, reaching inside to grasp him. Her other hand pulled the zipper down and face came back. "I am going to fuck your face, slut. I told you that I am going to use all of your holes and I meant it! You had damned well better swallow too! You should adjust to your new status as my personal fucktoy. You won't get to enjoy the pampered life of a domineering suburban housewife anymore. I'm not a pussy-whipped hubby like your old man. You're going to fulfill a woman's natural role of serving men for a change. I know how you high-class women live and behave! You've got your husband wrapped. . let's open the floor to discussion."Brittany had never been to this part of town. It was a warehouse district — not exactly where her type of people hung out. Heather walked her through a long concrete tunnel to where it opened up into a stark corner of the building. If Brittany had to describe the room she was ushered into, she'd say it was a make-shift shower, maybe 30 feet square, with a drain in the center of the room, several ad-hoc shower nozzles pointed toward the center and heavy.