“Work out your issues soon!”“There are other guys,” I said.“I sure haven’t found them. And no, I haven’t quit looking. Get your stuff so...ted and we’ll have one of the best nights of our lives!”“That’s a pretty big promise! And a pretty tall order.”“Give me a chance and I’ll prove it to you!”“I take it you’ll have more work for us to do?”“That’s a given. I’m so busy with other stuff I don’t have a lot of time for programming.”We finished our lunch and went back to the office. I spent another two. I decided that there were other guys out there and that I need to be rid of Mike. He was toxic in my life and he did not treat me well at all. Having sex with him was the worst thing I could have ever done and it was time to be rid of him.A week after we returned, I dumped Mike. Ironically, the next day Tara told me that Steve had been contacting her trying to get in touch with me. She told me that he was asking for my phone number. My heart jumped out of my chest. I almost peed my pants. "I'd like to cash this in," he said quietly."Yes, sir," said the dealer. "Mr. Morgan cashes the disrobe chip. Mrs. Johnson must disrobe or end the game." End the game by disrobing," laughed George. "Life is full of irony."Without another word, the groggy Mrs. Ingrid Johnson staggered up out of her seat, smiled at the camera, and began to remove her clothes."It's ok, JJ. Fuck 'em. I don't give a shit what they see," she slurred.Everyone sat transfixed as Ingrid unbuttoned her little dress and. In one swift movement, Ben pulled Erika’s bottom right to the edge. She raised her head to look down on Ben’s cock as it played over her pussy in a, to her, too long delayed, teasing search. And then it parted her pussy’s lips. As Ben’s cock slid into Erika’s already slippery-hot cunt to the hilt, she grabbed the desk’s edges. She stretched out to meet every deep thrust with a breathy whisper, “Yes! Ben, oh Ben! God, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!”Ben’s eyes, looking down on Erika, so.