Winter was coming. If only she had worn her jacket. That evening Elyse sat curled up in a big overstuffed recliner by the fire, her nose buried in a b...ok. Her robe had worked its way open, revealing a delicious, smooth expanse of thigh, as well as the deep V between her breasts. Steven sat across from her on the sofa, his papers scattered over the wide, rustic coffee table. Now and then she glanced up at him, checking to see whether he noticed each time she shifted positions, letting her robe. It was over dinner when he’d calmly announced that he’d been checking her time sheets and expenses claims and had concluded that neither had been in order for many years. Apparently, I had been claiming excessively for mileage, meals and hotel stays, amounts which he calculated were far in excess of what could be justified for the territory I covered. While he accepted that most staff were guilty of minor exaggeration in claims, in my case he believed the amount would run to many thousands of. "You should take charge and not let the blues rule your day." "I wouldn't say that anything rules my day,"I shot back as if I needed to defend myself. "Then you do as you please?" he asked. "Well... I do have certain obligations. I have responsibilities." I was clutching at straws. For some reason I felt as though I was under a microscope, and I really didn't have the answers. "That's the problem, responsibilities, they tend to muck up the works. We have to be able to slip out of those bonds. I took Annie’s hand and placed it on top of my crotch which was hard as fuck. For the first 30 seconds, she didn’t give any reaction but then suddenly squeezed my dick hard and it made me go out of control. My hands reached her inner thighs, few inches away from her pussy and she had a seductive smile on her face. Rohit then suggested to hit the dance floor, but I called for two shots for each one of us before we start the dance. After the shots, we moved to the dance floor and in less than 10.