He smiled breaking our kiss. ‘You need some more suntan lotion or you’re going to be one very burned love muffin.’ I smiled, love muffin always ...ade us laugh because it was just one of those overly cutesy names we rarely used. ‘There are some spots I have trouble reaching. Do you mind helping me out?’ I asked. He lathered his hands up and went around behind me. Starting at my shoulders he worked down each one of my arms then down my back to my ass. He took extra long there, his hands massaging. " Over 150 years later, have we eliminated the problems the Emancipation Proclamation sought to address?"I thought about that."Politically? It depends on whose version of Lincoln's intent you adhere to I suppose. Socially and morally? I suppose not, if the elimination of bigotry and prejudice were the intent." Martin Luther King used the phrase 'I have a Dream' instead of 'I have a goal' for a reason. He knew that the ultimate end would not happen in his lifetime. Instead he dreamt of what his. Then we'd head back to the metro and go home. It would be a completely sensual encounter. By then of course, I was lying down on the couch with my legs up and spread and the vibrator pushed deep into my bum. As I fantasized about all this, my butt kept pushing against the vibrator driving it further inside. I was squealing and moaning from my first anal orgasm of the evening. I had two in a row and came once in my panties. Oh, it was something else! All I could do was just lie there trying to. I asked my secretary to give me a moment while I regrouped and got myself together. My secretary acknowledged me once more and indicated that I had an important call waiting on the line for me. I automatically assumed that it was my afternoon conference call, which needless to say, I wasn’t really in the mood for. While trying to clear my previous thoughts, I answered the phone and to my surprise it was Mr. Sexy himself. I couldn’t believe he actually called me at work. Was he.