Do you really think I would intentionally hurt you like that?”“No” I say, “But I don’t want to take a chance that you might UNintentionally ...urt me.”She hears me headed for the bedroom door and asks where I’m going.“I’m thirsty. I’m going to the kitchen to get some water.”“Can you get me some?”“No.”“Sick Bastard.”I go into the kitchen, grab a glass, fill it from the faucet in the kitchen sink, and drink about half of it. I take a few more sips, and an idea springs to mind. I go to the fridge,. I gasped loudly and looked down at him, my cheeks red and flushed. My pussy was dripping wet at this point. I actually hadn’t been this turned on in a while, I couldn’t believe it. He was older, chubby and definitely not the type of guy I usually went for but he wanted me so desperately and was happier and more appreciative to get me than any guy I had been with in a while. I reached down and took his hand. As he drew his fingers from my pussy I moaned again. I lifted his hand up to my mouth. I then returned to his office and poked my head inside.“Anything I can do for you, sir? The conference room is ready for your meeting.”He waved me in. “I’ve been thinking about your dress code ideas.” Pillow talk. I was always nervous about presenting too many ideas for fear of overstepping the relationship but that was where my relationship with Mrs. C came in effectively because I always discussed with her first. She knew her husband. I sat in a visitor chair opposite him, slowly. He then drove into town. Lily the store manager darted forward to greet Mac and took him into the lunchroom for coffee. Two other women having late morning coffee recognized Mac from his previous visit. Aunt Ada arrives just after noon, made a big fuss of Mac, looked at her messages and then took him to lunch where they caught up on news. ‘The people at the hospital couldn’t believe you turned down the offer of a $15,000 bonus to accept the position.’ ‘I’m getting a big salary hike so there was.