"Don't move, I'll take it off you." I only wanted to sit next to her as the sexual arousal I was feeling grew and grew in my groin. I stood up and wen... and sat down beside her."Get it off! Get it off!" Michelle cried. I pretended to pick up an insect and throw it into a corner, but I was really breathing in her beautiful scent. My eyes lowered down to her boobs and Michelle caught me looking."Are you looking at my boobs?" she asked.I looked away ashamed."Hey, it's okay," she said. I turned back. "You should talk, what about you and Mr. Callahan?" Sarah snickers. "What about me and Mr. Callahan?" "I've seen how you look at him with those big brown puppy eyes of yours. Are you doing him?" I almost spurt coffee over the table but manage to swallow before I answer. "No, I'm not doing Mr. Callahan. He's my boss. He's smoking hot, I'll give you that, but he's still my boss. And, anyway, he doesn't see me like that. I'm just his assistant." “Hmm, hmm." Celia, my favorite colleague, joins. Even asI tried to take it slow, she kept speeding up. Now, asa matter of choice, I prefer to take anal sex a lotslower than regular fucking. I mean, no matter how goodit is, the asshole is designed as an “exit only.” It was never really meant to have a prick invadingit… kind of going the wrong way up a one way street.So taking it slow saves wear and tear. Besides, a goodtight asshole deserves to be enjoyed, know what I mean?And I was enjoying the feel of Cindi’s rectum. "Thinking about it, I realized that she was right; I'd never heard a man apologize for yelling at his wife. When he made a social faux pas, yes, but never for yelling at her. "If I make a mistake, why shouldn't I apologize? I would to a man."She leaned over and gave me a kiss, "And that is why we love you. You treat us like we are reasoning human beings and real people." She gave me a considering look, "In fact you treat everyone like that, no matter what they are. I like that.As we were.