Being caught is always something that can make for good sex. Women are always there to be dominated, perhaps because we are meant to be physically wea...er, slapped around and abused, in a sexual way that is meant to be appealing, frankly for me, it's a massive turn off, and I always seem to find it's the males that struggle with dominance.Most women can find themselves overwhelmed with a group of boys, but each and every boy can have his poke with her, but a man, once he shoots, he is pretty. I didn't know what to say either."Well--" he said after an uncomfortable silence. "Well, we've got everything we need to... find out for sure. I can get a few temps to come in and replace some of our guys to free them up for a concentrated effort. Can you give me an idea of Laura's work schedule, her cell phone number, computer logins, credit card numbers... stuff like that?"I nodded. I started to object to having in-house personnel work the case instead of bringing in outsiders for that. " "Well, I guess so. A bit. I mean it was pretty bizarre." "Not exactly your cup of tea then..." "No, um, not really." Chantelle was brushing down my thigh with her open hand, then back up with her nails. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle? Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it.. Somewhat mesmerized, I ended up giving Troy a blowjob, followed by him bending me over the counter and pounding me from behind until we both had intense orgasms.The next day was Saturday, so I slept in a bit. When I finally rolled out of bed, I threw my kimono robe on over my naked body, tied the sash, and headed to Dale’s room to see if he survived the night.When I got to his room, I could see that he was still sleeping. He was sprawled on his back on top of the blankets, with his arms flung.