I could hear him ranting as I started packing.“WHAT? YOU DID WHAT? YOU DUMB BASTARD, YOU WERE TALKING TO MY WIFE! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU HANDLE THE BITCH ...N YOUR OWN. I GOT MY OWN SHIT TO DEAL WITH.”He finally walked into the room just as I was finishing packing. I’d taken enough to last a week and would get the rest later while he was at work, that is if he still had a job Monday. He stood there fidgeting for a minute before he started talking.“It’s not like it sounded, honey. I didn’t...”“Shovel. He lay down beside me again and placed my hand over his balls. They were warm and soft against my palm, and I closed my eyes while I cuddled them lightly.I woke up from a contented doze to hear voices from the front room. Alan was dressed in only his trousers and opening the door. The young waiter was back with another bucket of champagne. As he set it on the counter, he looked through the open bedroom door. I hid my grin, stretched like a cat, pushing up my breasts and spreading my legs just a. "You don't need that shit anyway." You ARE one of the best," said Jeff. "You make life interesting, and sometimes you're a pain in the ass, but you're one of the best." Thanks. They in the conference room?" No, the chief's office." Anybody else there?" The union rep's not there, if that's what you mean. You want me to notify him?" It's not your job, Captain," said Bob.Bob didn't delay. He just went out of the squad room and up the hallway. The chief had his office on the same floor as the squad. "Oh god!" she cries out in pleasure.Her enhanced nipples tingling sending jolts of pleasure down her belly to herentire cunt. It was so different now, not sending jolts of pleasure to herclit making it burn, but all the way into her entire pussy making it throb.Her hands instinctively trying to reach for her throbbing wet pussy but thebubble preventing her from touching her self in any way. "God please it feelsso good!" she cries out. Just as she begs it stops, bringing the stick around to her.