“So where are you doing it?”I closed my eyes to get deeper into the fantasy. It was different from the one I had been indulging when I was caught.... “On her desk; I’m standing up, I’m inside of her.”“Tell me a little more.”Damn, but this seems to be working. I was getting aroused again. “Her skirt is up, she’s wearing crotchless pantyhose and no panties underneath.” I had seen such pantyhose in some magazine photo. Probably suburban wives knew where to get a pair if necessary.Lynn was on the. I also suppose you want me to make you a member of the mile-high club”. The blood in my veins was running so hot I thought I was going to melt. The red from my desire replaced the red from the embarrassment. My whole body was still red. When Paul pulled me close again, I put my arms around his neck and gave him a French kiss that lasted for at least five minutes. When we finally pulled apart, he put his hands on my shoulders and said, “darling you know there is already a Mrs. Peterson and you. One day while we were talking about it, Fran said she would give the money away if it would make me feel better,” Dad said.Nodding, Mom said, “Yes, and I would have. The money came at an extremely high cost. I lost my husband, and Justin lost his father. I feel I can speak for both of us when I say we’d rather have Sid than the money. The fact is, we can’t bring him back. The company he worked for and the equipment manufacture knew of the problems and ignored them. As a result, Sid was. As, no doubt, my loverintended. The plates were finally whisked away by unseen hands,the toasts called, and a tall woman rose from a nearby table, her lips curvingwith the question. "Will you not have your new pet entertain us, MyLord?" Her eyes caught mine and sparked wickedly. He glanced down at me, as if he had forgotten I was there.His hand slipped over my shoulder to caress my face, and he tilted it up withone long finger. The touch sent a shiver through me. "Will you sing,.