When she rose to leave she said goodbye to Marcelle and me, and Amber walked her to the door. I went off to our bedroom. It was about fifteen minutes ...ater that Amber came in. I asked her where she had been and she told me that she and Michelle had started chatting again. Amber was happy to have made a friend. She told me that they had talked about just about everything and seemed to instinctively have similar views. She smiled at me, kissed me goodnight, rolled over and went to sleep. It was. “You filthy little slut, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he kept on pacing himself, “After I pump my cum down your throat I’m going to use your pussy and your ass too. I am going to **** your holes so hard you’re not going to be able to walk for a fucking week,” he added. The shock and fear in her eyes made him pump his cock harder and deeper down her throat. Tears were pouring freely from her eyes, and she was whimpering feebly as he thoroughly ****d her. Every conversation would start out professional then turn to sex once our work was done. More and more often I was shutting the door to my office so I could stroke my cock through my pants. He would do the same. One time he even removed his cock from the confines of his jeans and beat off under his desk. About twice a year a meeting was held in Toronto to review growth and revenue potentials. Scott and I were talking when he asked if I was headed up there and I admitted that was the case.. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that my fantasized sex-fest probably wasn’t going to happen. I slipped a lounge pillow under Karen’s head and sat down and chatted with my friend. I was still embarrassed and apologized to Kirk for making him feel uncomfortable by what he’d seen. He laughed and replied that it was the “closest thing to sex” he’d experienced in years, then added, “And if you cover that, I swear I’ll kill you.” It took me a second to figure out what he was talking about until.