The moment his tongue slipped past her lips, her hands found their way underneath his t-shirt. His lips formed to her mouth, her palms conformed to th... curve of muscle alongside his spine. His tongue communicated with hers, her hands mapped the breadth of his back. Blue felt as if she could spend hours just exploring the solid wonder of John’s back, but when she felt his hands slide under the hem of her own shirt, rising up her ribcage until his thumbs brushed against the sides of her breasts,. I finally got close enough to see the screen from an angle, and what I saw really concerned me.Brad was totally absorbed staring at the video of me fucking all those men in my recreation room. And to make matters worse he was beating off while watching me! I was horrified, but also starting to get excited, my emotions were in turmoil. Since I was closer I saw his vein-covered shaft, and his cock head covered with precum. His balls are the size of small lemons and moving up and down as he. “If that’s what you call listening to you two argue, then signing my name on the ledger.”“You’re right, Marco,” Ellerie said, unperturbed. “Razai’s a guard, but Leena’s still our cook. We’ve only been in one fight in Cordaea, but we eat every single day. If we want her to keep helping, we need to pay the going rate for a mage. She’s not a charter member, but she’s doing the work of one.”The man sighed. “All right, fine, maybe the wages, but you can’t just add a share!”“Yes, I can. Article. " I'm sorry, Sir. This is within your employment agreement. As an executive employee, both you and your wife signed away certain rights. It's fairly standard for corporate executives." We thought those were all about financial records." I'm sorry, Sir. Your employer has a right to attempt to avoid scandal and decreases in your productivity. Just a few more questions. Have your fantasies ever included sharing your wife with another man or being cuckolded." What? No! Hell no!" I'm sorry, Sir..