I was the entire features department. Monday mornings Jan came into my cubicle, hooked his butt over the corner of my desk after jumbling the stack of...papers I had there with the stack next to it, and told me the latest football club gossip he was sure would make a great story. Then he stood, brushed off his trousers and announced 'lets have two thousand words by lunch Friday' as if we'd actually discussed something.My first story was on vibrators. I read a lot, poached a bit and even road. I started to climax. I felt the first spasm crash across me. I reached up and grabbed my nipples, squeezing them tightly between my thumbs and forefingers as my orgasm overtook me. I was arching my back, my buttocks off the couch, pushing forward to meet my husband's digital thrusts. My lubrication was flowing out of my dilated vagina, dripping down the crack of my ass. My aroused scent was now filling the room.“Oh god… I’m there… oh, don’t stop… deeper…oh please... deeper… oh shit!” I screamed. He was a quiet one, only saying, “Thank you, ma’am” with his British accent, as he withdrew.Putting a paper towel between her legs she strode into the living room and took her husband’s hand, pulling him to the bedroom. He knew what was expected as she took off the dress and laid back on their bed. The entry of his pale cock was always easy with the fresh whitish lube oozing out between her labia, so he concentrated on kissing her as he caressed and stimulated her body. She never climaxed with. He reported her, and though he had no right to grope her, Paige was also at fault for punching him and breaking his nose. This was costing the company big bucks to keep this incident quiet. After Paige was called on the carpet for this incident, she was given two options: She could either pay out the money the company did for his silence, or she could spend two hours with The Enforcer. Paige choose the latter because she figured using her womanly wiles she could charm him into bed and give him.
Read MoreI had been asking the Mrs C to wear skirts to work as I know she loves the attention from guys. I kept joking as well about not wearing knickers. But
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