Working late together however would assure that, and especially as Darlene permitted an even more relaxed casual attire in our dress during those even...ngs. It had been the one and only time I'd actually seen Darlene in a pair of shorts along with a fairly tight fitting tank top that looked like it had been painted on. Rather than going home after work, she had changed in her office. And though it was impossible to actually see anything, the silhouetted shape as she did so through her door had. She emerged later in her bath robe and quietly sat next to me. I slipped my hand into the robe and felt the touch of silk. ‘Why, Mr. Rice, What are you doing?’ I replied ‘Let me show you.’ She didn’t resist as I drew her up and led her to our bedroom. In the room I scooped her up, laid her gently on the bed and untied the robe. Underneath she was wearing the green silk kimono I had bought her on honeymoon. I kissed her and we began seeking each other with our tongues and as we came up for air. But what has been worrying us is that in spite of its being larger than your present branch, its turnover is small and we cannot understand this. We want you to turn this branch round and bring it back from the low ebb it has been having for the last four years. Your salary will remain the same for six months and if we see an upswing in the sales we will see that you receive an adequate rise commensurate with the growth. Would you accept the post and the task we have set?’ I felt quite proud of. Don was sprawled in his chair, nursing another drink when his wife came unsteadily into the living room. His testicles felt like aching balloons after the erotic frustration of watching his kid sister-in-law masturbate. It was eleven o'clock and it seemed rather late for Joan to be getting home from her library meeting. Was she playing around? He felt a pang of jealousy at the thought but as he watched his dark-haired wife of seven years enter, any jealousy he felt was subordinated to his need.