He would fuck her while she wore the stilettos : he found her Loboutins especially erotic and loved to feel them against the skin of his back when she...wrapped her legs round him as he penetrated her deeply. She would sigh and moan and tell her boss he was so much more virile, so much more adept with his cock than her husband. Than me. She would get wet for him in ways she never did for me, her cunt flowing freely with the liquors of orgasm. She would scratch his back and bite his neck as she. She stood up from her chair furiously."You! You can't say that... you're my agent! You can't... I mean, I'm... don't tell me... I am too sexy!" she said, the anger in her voice rising. Her copper red hair flew wildly around her head, her face turning a deep shade of red in her anger and frustration, her high cheek bones and freckles looking like spotted apples."Alyson, calm down. I've had a rough past 24 hours. I didn't mean to be so harsh on you, it's just... I have a lot on my mind, that's. Somehow."The golf match was the best Ken had ever played in. Bill Clifford was a near-scratch player and Dan Burke was also very good. He couldn't help teasing Dan, though. "When do you ever have a chance to play golf, Dan?" he asked. "Cathy tells me you spend all the time away from work in bed with Cindy. How can you maintain your game?"Dan grinned and replied, "That may be so, because that woman is insatiable. The result is I get a lot of exercise. Hell, the power of a golf swing is all in. You’re still under a ‘no peeking’ vow.”That’s when my dumb ass realized that all this time, she’d been braless. Well, duh! The stupid bra was hanging on the line. She collected it and the rest of her clothes and opened the cabin door to go inside. In profile, I noted that her nipples were erect, poking the fabric up on her scrub top.It was only the greatest self-restraint that kept me from turning to watch. It seemed like eternity before she came back out. I turned sideways in my chair and put.