You work for me, hell, we work together. Ive never had such a strong team player, and I dont want to screw that up. And why does our having sex mean ...tll screw things up at work? Phillip, I dont want anything from you. I am well past the white picket fence and babies stage. I love my life. I love my job and Im damn good at it. Dont read more into what just happened than is there. Youre my boss, and I respect you, but you also have one hell of a cock that you use quite well. This can be a. "Areyou going to kiss me hot stuff or am I going to have to make all of therunning?" He jerked into action and pulled her close to him, thrusting hismouth onto hers, she felt his tongue force its way deep into her mouth, ashis hands stroked her body through the material of her clothing. "What'syour name?" she asked. He said it was Jacob, in between pressing himselfdown upon her mouth. She felt his insistent hands as they slipped beneathher skirt, overjoyed to find that she wore no knickers, she. ’ With that the conversation drifted onto other things as we finished the wine and enjoyed the late afternoon sun in the pub gardens. He took me home and we kissed in his car. ‘See you Sunday,’ I said and he nodded smiling strangely. I wondered what was wrong. I feared that the legacy of last Sunday afternoon would not go away quickly. I won’t go into much detail about Sunday. Although the sex was good, it wasn’t the same as before. He treated me as if I would break if he touched me, so tender. I was surprised and asked him whether it is possible. He said yes. I said if it is possible then I would prefer to the limit she would not object. But I was not sure that my shy wife would open up so easily. He asked me to believe him. But he said that he will be having additional charge for this. I said if you can then I will. Then he introduced me his friend Ami. She was a girl working in the same resort. He said that Ami and himself will make my wife feel as comfortable as possible.I was.