That's your chair. This desk and office are meant for a manager. Don't patronize me by offering your chair like it's a consolation prize." Trust me, y...u want to sit down." Why?"She took a really deep breath. "Because, a few days ago, I talked to someone in the IT Department. I was doing a little research on what you like. And... well... I got a copy of your internet history. It appears my older brother likes to read erotic stories. "Huh?" he gasped. "What are you talking about?"She crossed her. With that her whole body flinched as Dale ran his dick right into her small ass. She let out a load groan as Dale eased his cock into her. Soon it slid all the way in and he held still. Then my wife looked back at him and said “what are you waiting for prick, fuck my ass, that’s what I called you over for”. I watched as this tattooed thug took my lovely wife’s ass, she grunted like an a****l every time his cock thrust into her. They both began to move together with Dale’s cock entering her ass. He smiled."Actually it's evening, my sweet," he said lightly, "you just can't seem to keep track of time,"I harrumphed.He continued unabated. "So, why did you come back?" He said. "I thought the little fairy that came and visited would have spirited you off to the land of eternal sunshine... ? Or are there currently no vacancies?"His words rang in my already muddled head. What he just said was technically not a command, but I could feel my bodies' desire to give him an answer, even though my. The flabby armslooked like chicken wings. My new butt was as big as a bus, my arm pitscouldn't have seen a razor in years. I couldn't see my pussy as my sowbelly covered it, worst of all were the over sized saggy udders, thatgraced this body with huge dark nipples past my distorted belly button.Hadn't this woman ever heard of a breast reduction? The skin felt ruff onmy belly and breasts from the stretchmarks. Nervously I put on my glassesand saw how many deep stretchmarks I had. It was far.