Though he was always very professional and seemed to be very conservative, I knew a lot of that was a front. I'd been in his office one day talking to...him while having my car worked on. He got up and closed his door. He looked at me and said, "This is just between us," and took an envelope out of his desk.He started telling me that they had a good customer who'd brought his car in for work and said his wife would pick it up. It was well known his wife wasn't very nice and was always accusing. ??????????? ?Listen,you fucking two bit whore, I don?t know who the fuck you are or where the fuckmy husband puts his cock in your skanky ass body, but I won?t have you callingme Claire like some grade school friend of mine!?Claire was just getting started,although she could not quite figure out why her vision was so blurry.? Shit,she was crying!? She could feel her bodyquake with each sob as she hurled obscenities into the phone, devoid of anycomprehensible meaning, and soon so slurred even. Bryce's toes curled as he was trying to bear with this new feeling.When Quinlan heard Bryce's groans of pain turn into moans of desire, he took his finger out of his friend. Bryce's panting filled the room as the sound of Quinlan unzipping his jeans made Bryce jump. Quinlan rubbed Bryce's back to calm him to as he placed his hard prick to the newly, worked out hole. Bryce tensed up and tried to pull away, but Quinlan held him still. "Relax, or you're going to be in pain." Bryce nodded and took. I'll have nothing to do until they're done." So, you want me to provide you with something to do?" Everyone thinks I'm going to Paris for the weekend." Paris?" she answers. "I can't make it to Paris, either. I'm..." I said 'everyone thinks I'm off to Paris'. I'm catching the early-bird to New York. I'm already booked. I'll be checking out of the hotel right after I hang up this call. After that, I'll get a taxi to the airport. I'll be landing in Newark at four this afternoon—or tomorrow.