What were they up to? What were they talking about? She'd said she would call in a couple of hours; it was approaching three. I opened the pictures sh...'d sent earlier. I felt my stomach tighten and my cock stared to harden again as I flicked between both selfies. "You surfing porn again Dave?" It was my boss, doing his sales floor round. I flinched at the comment and frantically pressed the off button. "Err no." I wasn't very convincing. "Everything okay? You seem very distracted."My phone. Several others had bemused expressions. Few of them had any doubt they were about to have some fun. The Chairman, himself, smiled indulgently. Rebecca now suspected he'd always had a thing for her."Bradley and I are going out," she announced, tersely. "That's all." Who's Bradley?" someone asked."That engineer guy," Fiona, the company legal specialist, told him."Ah!" the Chairman said."'Going out casual' or 'real serious going out'?" Fiona continued. "Spill?"She was a nosey bitch, Rebecca. Six months later, we were able to take stock of all that had occurred. The list was extensive.Rebecca’s father had been stripped of his qualifications by the Georgia Bar Association and was currently serving a two-year sentence in a low-security federal prison. He’d plea bargained, turning states evidence against the rest of the conspirators. Rebecca’s mother, Rachael, had decided she’d had enough, and was in the process of divorcing Conrad. She was staying with us for the next couple of. She sat down beside me and started to stare on my pants. She immediately made a move and kept her hand on my thigh and said that she worked for a multinational company. She was on her way to her posting place in Delhi. She also said that she was a frank person and a virgin. She said that she wanted to lose her virginity immediately. I sat beside her and heard all that and was shocked on hearing this. She then immediately moved her hands on my pennis, which had already started to excite. She.