"Over dinner, Lesley brought the subject up again. "So I think I have anidea how I can feel comfortable with you working with that slut." Oh?" Yes. ...ou'll find out. But you'll have to call in sick for a fewdays."I called in sick the next few days and worked from home. It certainlymade my days easier. Even though I put in 9 or 10 hours working and 3or 4 hours of housework, at least I didn't have to commute. Thingsseemed to get better. Lesley seemed happy that I was willing to do whatshe. Although it crossed his mind on several occasions.Henry got home from work around nine and had a few beers and put on some music. He liked to dance while he got ready for the evening. He didn’t like having too much to drink but liked to have a few.Henry was a nice dresser and wore a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He wore a tie because the ladies liked men who wore ties. No suit jacket because that was a bit formal.He called a car service and waited for them to arrive. Shortly, a car. The pace would slacken, and she'd even get time to go fishing with her father, grandfather and uncles.The recording session had predictably wrapped up late, but she and her father were finally headed home. Unfortunately so was everyone else, and their limousine was firmly stuck in the kind of traffic jam that made Los Angeles infamous. The limo had today's paper in it, and Tanya scanned through it for something to relieve her boredom while the limo driver unintentionally taught her several new,. The boss then went around to the back and started to feed his cock into her ass. My wife started to scream as he pushed it deeper into her he just laughed and slapped ass and told her to take it you little slut. After about 3 or 4 minutes they got into a nice rythym my wife was gasping that she loved both of them inside her and wanted them to feel her up with their cum.It was not long after that that boss told her he was ready to deliver his load. He started to pump her harder and harder.