Jerry didn’t mean for me to fire you.”“Jerry is an attorney. The precise use of language is his job. If he had wanted to make sure that I was tr...ated the way he and I had agreed, he could have made it very clear to his staff.”“There are some practical matters that are always handled by the staff. We have to fill out IRS forms and get you a desk. You have to have some contact with me.”“And by some contact, you mean giving me the sack. No, I tried to live up to my end of the deal. Jerry failed to. This was getting kind of complicated. It was made worse by the fact that since sex with my husband was legitimate it wasn’t very satisfying. He was such a nice guy that I couldn’t imagine him being kinky or wicked. Shit!One day when my older boss was balls deep in my cheating pussy, I asked him what to do. His response got me to thinking, “You got yourself in a nice fix now, young lady. If you keep fucking around you’re going to get caught and that’ll raise hell in your life. Some husbands can. All I could think of was grabbing her hips and mounting her. But he made her work for it.Okay - now up on your feet and give me 100 squats.ON MY COCK.Away she went - throwing off her top and tennis skirt, she rode him reverse cowgirl, giving me a FULL view of her amazing pussy. She slid up and down the shaft of his cock, while she pinched and played with her nipples. Every so often she would squeeze her massive tit-flesh or take a self-suck of one of her nipples.Before long, she counted out. Whenever I tried to start a real conversation she got quiet and wouldn't look at me, then usually started joking around.Anyway, Vicki was sitting out in the little lobby by the elevators. She smiled and waved to me, then put down her book as I walked over."Hi, Austin. You look beat," she said. I just nodded."You never called me." She didn't sound angry, more like curious or surprised."Sorry, Vicki. I've been really busy with classes and stuff," I said."I know all about that 'stuff'. These walls.