Robinson, and I kissed my boss. “What the fuck,” Mr. Robinson said. “Don’t get shocked, Mr. Robinson, Boss fucks me all the time, and I lov... him,” I said. “And for the good of the company I sometimes spread my legs for hot clients like you. “Well, you have signed the papers, so thank you for the deal, Mr. Robinson. Would you like to join us in celebrating this deal? My boss doesn’t mind when our clients join us in our celebration,” I said as I made my boss stand by the wall. I went on my. I reached over and handed her my glass of wine to share as we lay in hot bubbly water in tub together. We both shared the glass and talked with the hot water, the dreamy bubbles, the candles and the wine we became completely relaxed in each other’s arms. Soon we dozed off for a few minutes completely oblivious to the world. I woke up and felt her purring there in my arms, asleep. I loved her in this position, relaxing on my chest. I started planting soft kisses on her back. I think she must. "Jesus, Charlotte, you are fucking incredible."Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she grinned weakly up at me and nodded as she dragged fingertips over her cheeks to remove the smudged makeup. Between laboured breaths, she nodded, "I aim to please."I flopped into a nearby seat, my soaked cock gradually withering before I tucked it back in my underwear. Charlotte sat on the floor that was peppered with spit and droplets of our come, drained yet seemingly contented.Our eyes found one. And then, mortified, I said "My panties!" but I'm afraid it sort of came out as a squeaky whisper."Ah, those," he said, and he reached into the pocket of his sports coat and pulled them out. "Hope you don't mind my keeping these. Sort of a souvenir."And that made it official, I guess. He was going to have sex with me. I was about to become one of his statistics. My panties would be his trophy. I was surprisingly calm about the whole idea. He continued to lead me, strolling along the street,.