It’s mid morning when I hear him and the Ass from IT talking in the breakroom.“You hittin’ that secretary of yours?”“Nah, not my style. Once...I’m in charge I’m getting myself a piece with some meat on her bones.”What? I like my boss, what could this little weasel be up to? I don’t get to find out, though. Like adolescent boys, they only wanna talk about a couple things.“Well, I’ve got ‘Bumpers’ over on my side just about ready.”‘Bumpers’ must be Bethany, the IT secretary; blonde, bubbly and she. 30percent regret and 70% pure joy. Please God, let me focus on the 70percent.What was I feeling as I placed my hand on the cold metal door handle?Was it anticipation or fear? Its just a date, I thought, but a look atthe overnight bag sitting beside me convinced me otherwise."To fuck or not to fuck?" I said as I pulled down on the handle andpushed open the door.Maybe Mom is right, I thought as I shifted in the seat and planted myheels on the driveway. Maybe a good fucking is what I need. I moved. "Well, I have to maintain unity, y'know? I can'thave anyone going off the rails. Plus, they were harboring a witch! Iunderstand there's one behind you, in that big tower back there?"There was that gentle look of disapproval. "I hope you're not doingthe same."Alan sneered. "Forget about her. What about your slaves? Are theycitizens, too?" ...The slaves?" Bellows looked puzzled. He turned and glanced at theline behind him. "Do you mean the lesser-folk? Of course not." Heactually said. Jeffrey's body jerked mightily as jets of ejaculate spewed from his dick, his breath was ragged, and his eyes were temporarily blinded by the sheer magnitude of his orgasm. "Fuck!" "Yes, baby! Come in and fuck me," her words were rushed whispers. "Please!" Jeffrey heard the desperation in her. Her body reeked of it. He couldn't do it, "No." "You're fucking kidding me!" Whitney's anger reignited, "You want to, I know you fucking do. Look, your dick is still hard!" Jeffrey knew that he.