I took a quick shower and dried my hair while the Mr. Coffee was making a pot of coffee. Once again, my mind showed me images of James fucking my wife... And once again the images made me horny. I shook the thoughts out of head. It was a ridiculous thought - Di was not one to hop into the sack with someone else. I called my secretary, telling her to check her email, find the report I had emailed, then to print it out and assemble it in a presentation folder for our CEO, Jerry. And I would be. "You know," he said, paddling the two of them toward the side of the pool, "skin is a lot smoother in the water." I know," said Anne. She slid her legs along his thighs and let his muscles come up into her crotch.They made it to the shallow water. There was about four feet of water there and Anne's tits floated on the surface. Occasionally the water slopped above her tits, sometimes below. "Mmmmm," she said as Jerry ran one hand up along the surface of her chest. "That's nice." Your tits are. She wasan office manager at a local hospital and when her alarm went offI just buried my head and let her get up and dress before havingbreakfast and then leaving for work. I did peak out from belowmy pillow as she dressed and watched her slip on a very sexy pairof panties and matching bra and then stay like that to do hermakeup and hair. She looked great and I felt myself stiffen asI watched her breasts in the confines of her bra move as shebrushed her hair.I heard the door shut and her car. Polly nervously followed Hannah's directions and watched apprehensively as Hannah bound her wrists and ran the rope through a pulley on the ceiling above. Pulling Polly's arms upwards until they were amply stretched, Hannah walked behind Polly studying her next move. Hannah wanted a shot of her own hand print firmly displayed on Polly's ass and proceeded to slap Polly firmly, causing Polly to gasp audibly to the dull stinging sensation on her fleshly mounds. “What are you doing?” Polly asked in.