”“Strip club?” I suggested.“Maybe,” she replied.I approach her from behind as she was shuffling some working papers on the desk and pressed...myself against her backside, a growing bulge in my pants conspicuously present.“How about I just,” pausing for effect, “fuck you here?” I ask her as my hand grabbed her hips.Most of the time, Lynn and I don’t mix our business with pleasure, but the odd time over the years, the stars have aligned. Instead of rejecting my proposition outright, she moaned. She was in charge of the pre purchase audit. Marcy's Christmas present a candy apple red suburban was in at the dealer and asked if I knew of any where it could be hidden till Christmas. She also had another surprise for us for Christmas but would not give any hints as to what it was.We also had another surprise delivered in the mail on Saturday. It was called the electric bill and it was a whopper for no more than we thought we were using electric for. The heat was gas, the hot water was gas. I wanted to touch and smooch all those navels and hips and I had to literally control myself because they were so near to me.And it was my first time I was seeing navels so near and clear.Then they put on all those peppy songs and they started dancing.The men were not able to dance because they were fat and had an awful dancing skill.(this made me realise that all those men were lucky to get women like those).They went to the next room where they could eat and drink and rest.And only a few men. " Sarah turned to the cop to ask why when the officer grabbed her right arm and forced her down to the trunk of her car. She felt the metal cuffs dig into her wrist as the cop grabbed her left arm and forced it hard to cuff the other wrist. The cop again grabbed Sarah and stood her back up."Are you carrying anything that I should know about?" Sarah whimpered, "No" as the cop kicked her feet apart. He told her, "Just stand still" as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He pulled her blouse out of.