As we got into the elevator, Wendy voiced what was on her mind."You were..." she began, before pausing to come up with the right word. "... fantastic....Thank you, thank you so much. I'm so happy." She then proceeded to let her head fall against my chest, and began to shed tears of joy.I moved to deflect the adoration. "Sandra deserves most of the credit. This was her idea," I pointed out. Whether or not that was true, I'd just induced Wendy to cry tears of happiness. For the first time since I'd. If we’re going to do this we should get started.’ Jack paid the tab and walked out of PJ’s with Sherry. He hailed a taxi and it was a short car ride to his apartment on East 72nd Street. He entered the apartment building with Sherry and greeted the doorman and consigliore. ‘Good evening Mr. Walters,’ they both replied. It was not unusual for them to see Jack bring a woman back to the apartment. Jack guided Sherry to the elevator and they rode it to the 40th floor. His apartment was a. In the end, I developed a serious case of blue balls. After eight or nine experiences, I sat at the bar thinking that I had accomplished what I had set out to do and that I was in dire need of relief. It was perhaps time to head home and masturbate. Just then, there was another tap on the shoulder.I turned and was faced with a homely thirty-something woman with an unfortunate nose and a mess of freckles. She was also endowed with a very fit, very shapely body. Above the waist, she wore a. She gasped.“Jeez, Prez. You’re pretty wet. Is being blackmailed a turn-on? Or is it the office?”She didn’t dignify his question with an answer. She also didn’t know how to answer it anymore, most of her thoughts having been replaced with anticipation for what she knew would come next.“Sorry, I guess that was mean also. A bad habit. Let me make it right.” A hand brushed against her flank, sending tingles spreading outward, like her entire body was electrified from the contact. “Try not to be too.
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