Then I managed to help Smriti regain her composure – the poor thing was supremely pissed at being manhandled by this motherfucker – and explained ...he only way out to them. Smriti made the call to our manager.“Sir, this is Smriti here. We were working late today when Santosh turned up at office, presumably drunk (thankfully for us, he did have a drink! Hardly drunk, but it worked for us.) The bastard saw us and hurled expletives at Kritika and me, calling us whores who sleep around to get ahead. It was hard to get out of that the last time he had bleeding nose in front of hundred reporters.He cleaned his hands and making sure no white powder was still on his desk as the Drug Czar entered the room to discuss future US drug fighting tactics and plans.*****President Gore looked at his wife in the Oval Office as the two of them looked at the final product they had been working on. With a quick signing, the Presidential Order 59043-1 put in effect, making all rock music a health hazard for. At this point there was a knock on the door. I asked who it was, and what they needed. It was an employee telling me that she and the rest of the staff were going out to lunch and asked if I wanted anything. I told them no thanks, and listened for the main office door to shut. My husband was already at work, licking and kissing my pussy. I was in heaven and, by the time I came, he was ready to enter. He shoved his thick cock deep inside me and thrust so hard, I could feel and hear my desk. His grass is close to six inches high. He needs a new roof and one of the front windows is boarded up. I have to believe that his neighbors must be just as fond of the son of a bitch as I am. Even when you live in relatively inexpensive houses like these there's no excuse for letting your place go like he has. If I lived next door to the ass hole we'd be having words.It was almost an hour before Vic came out and got in his car. I followed him at a discreet distance, all the way to one of those.