She had been wearing a dress jacket when she came to work, but had hung it on the back of her chair. Her blouse had a frilly, plunging neckline and it...appeared that a few of the buttons were undone. Her cleavage looked inviting. She was wearing a tight skirt that stopped at knee length, but as she crossed and uncrossed her legs she revealed the top of her patterned stockings and garter snaps. Swinging her chair to face me, I could see the crotch of her lace panties. She began to question me. " Layla Pope murmured. This is why she hadn't bothered with undewear this morning.His giant, tattooed arms enveloped her body as his great hands, his champion hands, easily palmed her ass. Jayden pistoned into her like a greek god mating with a mortal woman. Her ex-husband, her boyfriends, they all paled in comparison to the heat, the strength, the masculinity that surged wihin her with every push and pull."Oh Jayden," she breathed as one of his thick fingers circled her anus. She had indeed. Tiege said with a frown.“Alice was telling me about Secretary. It sounds like science fiction. Aren’t you afraid that it will turn on you and kill you, or something?” her father asked.“No, and don’t say anything like that to Alex,” Sherry said.“Does it actually understand fingerspelling?” her father said.“Yes, with two minor additions. He added a slash between words so that the system can introduce spaces and a wave of the hand to represent the end of a command,” Sherry answered.There was a. "What?" I ask, placing my hand on her back."My legs are sore already. And my butt. I guess my older body isn't used to horseback riding. Ugh. Oh my gosh, I am really feeling sore."A lightbulb goes off in my head. Yes, a little seduction is at play here."Hey, go up and get ready for bed and I will give you a nice massage. Better to rub out those sore muscles now, before they get even tighter," I say, trying to sound casual in my suggestion."Ummm." Come on. Just a nice massage, I promise. You.