. that sounded like a stupid question... He chuckled at her response.Tsk, tsk, tsk ... you should know the answer to that, Agent Richards... She put...her hand on his flaccid cock and stroked him. "I want you hard."He put his hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. Not what I meant and you know it... He grinned as he growled again, "How do you want me?"Diana grinned with him as she sat down on the bed. She grasped his hips to turn him around, putting his crotch right in front of her. Situated directly adjacent to the Sacramento River, its westward facing offices featured spectacular views of the waterfront. Pauline didn't have one of these offices. In fact, she had no view at all. Her office featured no windows and was less than two hundred square feet, but at least she had an office now. Eight months ago, after four years of ninety-hour weeks, the firm had rewarded her dedication by replacing her cubicle with four stationary walls and a door. She had her own paralegal now. Lynn liked to be tied up and played with, and I was more than happy to indulge her. Another fantasy we share is that of another man fucking her. We would often talk of her being tied up and left for someone to find her and fuck her brains out. Of course this was all fantasy until the water heater broke and the repairman showed up earlier than expected.I had set up for the repairman to show at 2:00PM to replace our water heater. Lynn and I had been partying the night before and were too tired. I pull up to his office. His name is Mr. Grant. He was the principal when I went to middle school here, and I vaguely remember him being attractive, but I was too young to care much at the time. I suddenly become conscious of the fact that I am clad only in my workout gear. Don't get me wrong - I have nothing to be ashamed of. My perky 36 C's are encased by the tight purple spandex of my sports bra and my stomach looks deliciously flat. The spandex on my lower half doesn't do a great job of.