“So you’re trying to say, they were fighting over you?” Miss Pierson grinned as she shook her head at him.“Yes ma’am.” John nodded“And w...y would they do that?” She pushed her glasses back.“Because of my…” John muttered, and looked over at Ms. Styles.“Go on.” She insisted“Because of my penis size.” John frowned.“I find that a little hard to swallow. Pardon the pun.” Ms. Pierson mused; he thought he heard Ms. Styles let out a little laugh at her comment. “It’s true.” John said shyly.“Well you. She had been his executive secretary, but he soon decided he would rather have her in a love nest than making coffee for his meetings. The arrangement suited her. Stu was a bit of a dog, and she didn’t mind if people called her a bitch. So she said, anyway. Jen was drawn to them because shirl was so worldly wise and relaxed about the feelings and experiences she had. Shirl was the lady who had lived the day dreams Jen had been having for past few months. As Jen saw how well shirl had survived,. I played the role of the boss while she was made to play the role of my slave, obeying whatever commands I gave her. This went on for about two weeks and I knew it was time to play my trump card.That evening after dinner we all went to our respective bedrooms and the chat session started as usual. Through our conversations, I had ensured to make sure she told me everything about her family, which was about me and dad, of course. She did try to trick me once but when I threatened her with a fact. I was getting a bit confussed. Sometimes I felt like he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Other times I felt like he didnt, and other times I hoped that he didnt because I didnt want to be the "whore who fucked her husbands bestfriend". One day after Bryian and I had came back from our home state from our wedding, Montrell, who had gone back home, called my husbands cell and asked could he stay the night over because his wife was trippin. Bryian agreed even though he had to work the night.