I asked why he had called the house; after all he and I had been in the same office all day. After a moment of awkward silence, Kate replied that he h...d asked if she would like to go out for dinner with him.I was surprised; surely he could have simply asked me during the day if we were free but then Kate explained that he hadn’t asked us – just her.She was obviously awkward and embarrassed. I asked her what she wanted to do; he was my Boss and had to be kept happy but after all, she was my. I got up on my feet, feeling a bit wobbly. I walked over to the bar and had another quick shot of tequila to stabilize myself a bit. I went to the shower room to freshen up a bit and clean my cock and ass. Sometimes after an orgasm I get a post coital depression, getting all mellow and shit. This was one of those times it seemed. After my almost cold shower I walked back to the bar and took another tequila. The coke must have been pretty weak as it’s effect was almost already gone. Even. .Finally, it seems as if I can't take it no longer."This print is so small," I whisper. Was he talking to you, or to himself? "I can barely make this out." "What's that?" She asks. "Oh, this print. It is so small. I can barely read it." I move closer to her and whispers: "Would you mind reading a bit of this aloud to me?"She is taken aback, and says nothing for moment. Then she musters a response. "Oh... sure." "I can barely make this out..." "Oh, small print?" she stammers. "Sure... let's. I very much preferred it in my pussy... I always have since I was young.He went down on me and got me so wet, and he crawled up between my thighs and slid into my body, and I lost all sense of discretion. Once I got into the moment I was just as noisy with him as I always was in our cheap hotel room... I'm a vocal girl, and I like my partner to know I appreciate him (or her). We came together quickly the first time, and I'm pretty sure I described every wave of pleasure in my outside voice.It.