David could almost type it in his sleep. He had typed it hundreds of times before, maybe thousands over the years. He was racist, the very definition ...f racist in fact, but as long as he said, "I'm not racist, you're the racist," he was assured that he was beyond reproach and as holy and sanctified as if he was sitting at the right hand of God himself.Her response was succinct. "I see."That was it. She didn't say anything else. "I see? What the fuck could she possibly see? What the hell sort of. I think I filled that condom twice over and, do you know what, listening to your sweet voice telling me about is getting me riled up again and I might just have to do something about it ...." I let the suggestion of 'something' hang in air knowing that she knew what I suggesting was I would soon be stroking my erection; Pam so loves to see me wank and I knew that I had planted the picture in her mind. I went for broke, "Do you want to join me?" Mmm, nice idea but honey, my poor pussy has taken. “But Tony, we don’t have a Marketing department.” One of the twins said.“Well, that’s my point. Little Cassie here inspired me and I think we need one.” Tony said.“I don’t get it Tony. What would she do?” The other twin said and I looked at Tony.“Well, for starters she is going to nail down the Bertrand deal for us tonight. She also would be quite an inspiration to the staff on a daily basis, I think.” Tony said.All of the guys looked at him with strange looks on their faces. He looked. With a 34-26-34 figure, she had the perfect hourglass figure. You may wonder how I am so sure of her figure. The fact is that I had been studying her clothes and underclothes in the privacy of the bathroom ever since I married her sister. On a few occasions I had also masturbated into her soiled underclothes. Anyways, let me cut to the story at hand. Sunitha was visiting us from her home in Mandya, Karnataka. While she was here, she got a call from a company where she had submitted her resume.