She won't be here until 12 o'clock. It's her last day, and we're having a reception at one."She turned towards me: "Your wife's on line 2. She asked f...r Henny." Hello, dear husband. So Henny is not there. What a pity. So I can't ask her to rid you of that boner. Do you think I should ask Alice?" Heavens no, woman, you can't do that. But you'll meet Henny at the reception, OK?" OK, see you then."The rest of the morning passed with the usual chores: Keeping up with the market, getting stats from. She'll be so happy they're out of the garage she might give me a blow job." I'll think about it." Oh, come on, you always say that."My phone buzzed again. "Well, I really will think about it this time. How about that?" I smiled.He slapped my arm. "That's my boy. Who's that texting you anyway? Hot date?" He raised his eyebrows.I laughed. "I'd love to kiss and tell but not in the office, ok?"He grinned. "Alright. Now you definitely have to come to the club. I'll let you get back to the hot secret. He can't be. I didn't want to stay with him, but I wouldn't wish that on him." She looked distraught. "Is it true? How did it happen?" It looks like arson. We don't think Terry did it, but he got caught up." She looked up."Does this make a difference to us?" No. We are us. I am sorry about Terry, but I was going to take his wife from him anyway. I love her." And she loves you. I am sorry about Terry. He was a fool, such a good salesman he could have sold sand to the Arabs, but he couldn't. Another spank and I was drawn again to lean forward and kiss her hot red flesh. I laid my cheek against it and then I softly asked if she would behave now. She struggled and cursed me... and I spanked her again several times in a row. She was groaning when I'd finished and I decided I wouldn't spank her again. But then I noticed that she'd managed to work one hand under and had clamped onto my hard-on. All this and I hadn't noticed.Now she squeezed and sat up before sliding to the floor without.