Pam slowly makes her way to the kitchen after her morning routine. She rounds the corner to the kitchen good morning babe, smells good. Jack has his b...ck to her emptying the contents of the frying pan onto a plate. Hope your hungry? I cooked a ton for some reason. Pam smiles knowing she has a good chance at keeping her marriage alive. They exchange some morning pleasantries and then the inevitable conversation starts. So Pam, Ive been thinking about our new found territory we find ourselves on.. He needed this.First I felt his hands on my cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, exploring. Then his bearded face, his tongue finding my virgin asshole and licked it, first soft and gentle, then fast and hard. Even better than how he was making me feel was the excitement of being wanted and being taken. Then he pressed a lubed finger into me. I had felt this slightly painful but wonderful feeling before, only with my own fingers and moaned softly, letting him know to continue, and moved back against it.. "I'll be there."She reached for the glass, holding her blouse from sagging, and took a large sip of water.The doorbell rang. The doc stood and went to answer it. I didn't complain, since I was sure who it was.Inga stood in the doorway, again in her blazer/blouse/skirt/stockings uniform. She held a garment bag in one hand, a small duffel in the other. "Mama! What are you doing here?" The two females hugged.I was jealous. Inga never hugged me. Neither did her mother, just a handshake."Just. There was no way the lowly Mr. Daniels from maintenance was going to tell management how to run this place. Who does he think he is? We're the boss and we decide what goes on around here, and common sense be damned." My monologue was worthy of Sir Olivier himself. "And now, Mrs. Smith, now... your chickens have come home to roost, and there's nothing I can do about it." Bu... but, but," she blustered, the wind fairly and squarely taken from her sails."Not my problem," I protested, waving an arm.