Mr. Palmer?” I heard that voice ring through the silence, that voice I couldn’t get out of my head. I glanced up and sure enough, there she was. ...��What can I do for you Ms. Kellestine?” “Um,” she hesitated a moment before continuing, “I can talk to you tomorrow, you look tired,” she said before stepping away. I grabbed her wrist before she could get any further. “No, no. Please, sit.” I pulled up a chair to the corner of my desk as my heart rattled in my chest. Every fantasy I’ve had about. When I resumed stroking my cock into her ass, I could see that she was nearly overwhelmed with her physical reaction. It was like she was swimming up from the bottom of the ocean for each breath, before sinking again into the depths.“You have a beautiful family, Mrs. Waits. Handsome husband. Beautiful son and daughter. I had such dirty thoughts about them after I saw them at the fundraiser. I thought about what it would be like to force you to suck your son’s cock while I fucked you from. Tripping off on high, needle-like heels in every damned direction. Christ, it was enough to set him wild; his love-starved cock jerked uncontrollably in his pants. He didn't intend that another day would go by without him knowing the satisfaction of a woman's warm, soft, receptive body. How he'd gone these last forty-eight hours since his release was almost more than he could fathom right at the moment, but then, with a little thought that wasn't too difficult to reason either.There were other. It was Tom's turn, but he appeared almost uncertain or reluctant. He didn't seem to want to leave, but he didn't know how to progress either, so I walked over to him, as he stared at my wife, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He didn't move a muscle, so I unfastened his belt and the hook on his slacks and let them fall to the floor. He now stood, lustily looking at Cheryl, yet still his eyes tried to catch mine, in an attempt at receiving my approval, every now and then. Still he didn't.