What?”“It seems that as your boss, I should get you a Christmas gift. My boss at the newspaper sends a bottle of scotch around at the holiday. It�...�s a nice gesture.”“But it’s ... There are rules, Mr. Smith. According to the Code of Federal Regulations at 5 CFR 2635 201–205 and 301–304, ‘On annual occasions where gifts are traditionally given, such as birthdays, Christmas, Boss’s Day, unless the frequency of the acceptance of gifts would appear to be improper, an employee generally may. She applied a dozen sharp strokes to the center of my sex. By the time she finished, I was on my knees, numb between my legs.Helen stepped forward and I looked into her shaved sex. A gentle pressure on the back of my head told me my next move. I pressed my face into her loins and slavishly used my tongue, tasting my first pussy. She stood casually and said, "Right now, your husband is balling Cassandra as he has been doing for the past six months. Your kids are undoubtedly perusing the toys and. It's over with and you're moving on. I like where we are going and I hope you do too."I turned to her as I parked the car in the restaurant parking lot."I'm still in shock that it's happened, Kim, but I couldn't be happier ... if that's what you're wondering."She leaned over and kissed me."I'm happy if you're happy."We left the restaurant just after nine o'clock and drove the ten minutes back toward Rider's Reach. The parking lot was almost full when we got there and I could hear the band and a. He's been concerned I'm pushing myself too much." And are you?" Cynthia asked.Roger laughed. "It depends on who you ask. Most of the partners and our clients wouldn't think so."Cynthia chuckled along. Then she looked him in the eye and said softly, seriously "But how do you feel about it?"Roger sighed and let his shoulders drop. "It's Monday and already I feel beat." he told her. "I need help relaxing, coping with the stress. I'm almost there..." He looked into her eyes; if she could do what.