Did I mention I also need, well want a raise and tonight before I leave I will demand that raise. I've been in love with Adam, my boss, since I first ...eet him.Everyone has left, but unlike everyone else I always have to stay late. Sometimes I don't even make it home till the wee hours of the morning and have to be back at 7 am to do it all over again. Like right now I'm typing up a report for Mr. Adam Smith. He's my boss. A very fine, sexy, ass boss, if I should add. He's 6'4, black hair, green. He was twisting her nipple hard and he wasnt letting go! She pulled away, but he gave her a creepily confident smile, snapped his fingers and said, Get back here and put your tits out. I thought this would be the end of it, that my proud wife would pit a stop to it or that I would, but we didnt. Instead, Daniella came back slowly and put her hands behind her head, thrusting her tits out. Please, be gentle… Instead, he reached a hand into her panties to feel how wet she was. Why? You seem to. “Mom!” Megan cried in protest, appalled at such an intimate line of questioning.Casey smiled. “Don’t you worry, my dear — your step Mommy is going to take care of that.” Megan’s eyes flared wide and a lustful moan escaped her. She bucked like a bronco, panting desperately. Then she grunted with lustful satisfaction, closing her eyes as her hips rolled in a sensual motion. “Deeper…” she begged in a passionate whisper.With her hand trembling, Megan returned her attention to my. “It’s your imagination,” I tell myself.*I’ve had several more drinks. “I’m running to the restroom.”“Want me to join?” asks Heather.“No, I’ll be back.” I never quite understood why women had to go in packs.As I walk my way through the still rather empty bar, I see him looking at me as I walk by. Once again, I think nothing of it. As I exit the bathroom, I seem to look straight up and across the room, locking eyes with him. Chills course my body once more. With a little bit of liquid.