Who knew what would happen tomorrow?We got back to the office and returned to my desk. We started going through files again. It was just a normal work...day. Except that once more my skirt was pulled up to my waist and I was no longer wearing underwear. Blake kept his hands to himself this time. But of course, I still had a vibrating egg in my body and the remote control was in his pocket.From time to time throughout the afternoon he would turn it up. Each time he did, it caused me to stop in. I admire my father and what he did. Don't you think I'd offer you the same consideration?"Bridgette put her hand on Jo's arm. "Jo, most men do not talk about it." Excuse me, Mom, but you know every award and medal Dad's got..." I'm his wife, dearest," Bridgette said."I'm ... I'm..." Jo stuttered, "Stoney..." I'll tell you the whole thing, Jo, if you want. But it's not a subject for dinner conversation. Really." I'm sorry if I touched a nerve, Stoney," Anders said. "I thought for sure she knew a. He was bald and frequently stunk of expensivecologne. However, his success in life glossed over his lack of good lookswhen it came to women. I had met him before in my prior role in thecompany, but our conversation was brief. From what I saw that day, thesingle and aging women in our office threw themselves at him no matterhow good looking they were. He treated it as nothing out of the ordinary.I suppose if you have wealth, you don't need looks if you're a man sincesome women are willing to. He understood my emotions as he broke the hug and found me crying, he wiped out the tears and pecking my cheeks he said, “Don’t darling our crying days are over, now everything will be fine”.He kissed me again this time more urgently and demanding, while he undid the knot of my gown, pulled it back from the shoulders and started stroking my breasts from above my tank top.I broke off the kiss and stood up, he gave me a shocked look. I extended him my hand, and led him to my bedroom.I made him.