I swivel around in my chair to look up at him. He smiles down at me with his cocky grin. “Well babe? Would you do that? For me?” “Jon… I nee... to work on this…” I say feebly. “You still can… Just have that in while you do,” he says as he closes my hand around the cool plastic of the vibrator and kisses me softly on the lips. “Please?” he says softly with those amazing smouldering eyes. I feel my resolve break as I knew it would. “Anything else?” I ask, with a soft smile. “Can you be. Marie appeared not to be willing to lend me one, so I sat at the eat-in kitchen table to watch her cook.Mrs. Marie was a blue-eyed blonde like Devon, but that's where the similarities ended. Mrs. Marie had more height and was heavier but not in an overweight way, Mrs. Marie was a bigger woman than Devon: wider hips, a bigger ass, etc. Not in the boobs though, I figured they were pretty close in the boob department. Mrs. Marie had a darker skin tone and her blue eyes were also darker. Devon's. "I sighed. "All right."Standing, I left my office, crossed the kitchen, and made my way, behindMona, to the meat locker, making a concerted effort not to watch herswaying bottom. What had prompted this impromptu meeting? I wondered.Had Mona decided to charge me with sexual harassment, after all?Mona opened the heavy metal door, and I followed her into the meatlocker. The term, in our case, was a bit of a misnomer, for the walk-infreezer didn't contain hanging sides of beef or other openly. After several weeks of hard work and late meeting in my downtown office, Nescafe started to complain about our sex life. So I decided it was time to take very good care of my sweet loving wife.We went on a trip to the south of Morocco. Marrakech was our favourite destination in this beautiful country. Instead of a five-star hotel, we decided to try a very famous guesthouse and choose to stay in the royal suite. We started our first day by our private pool, swimming, sunbathing, and enjoying our.