I got at his apartment on time , I felt a bit nervous, I knocked on the door , plug in ass and bag with dildos under my arm . He opened the door , dre...sed only in a towel around his waist ( what a sight , his hairy chest , still slightly moist from the shower) he observed me from my feet up to my head , and took my hand and said "come in" , closing the door behind me . He embraced me and kissed me deeply , his hands were al over me ,then he groped my ass and felt the buttplug , he smiled at me. As I paused, she took a sip of herwine and added, "You're going to sit down and tell me how your job wenttoday."Used to following my wife's instructions, I sat, sighed, and said, "Itsucked. The whole operation is crazy, and Bert's a hypocrite and ahorse's ass to boot."Marla gazed at the Gult over the rim of her glass. I continued. "Marla,you've heard me go through this before. Either he's gonna fire me, orI'll eventually blow and walk out. They are bastards and could care lessabout the. And no law against doing other stuff, either.”“What the fuck are you talking about Annie? Doing what?”“Fucking, of course. I know what you too were up to this afternoon, off together down by the storeroom.”“We were just having a chat, for God’s sake.” But his voice gave it away – obviously he knew he was lying, and he was wondering frantically if I was just winding him up, or if I somehow really knew what they had been up to.This was the point at which I could have admitted I was just winding. Each time, the intensity was higher. The pain was not cutting through the mounting lust completely anymore. Sitting down is not going to be pleasant for a good while. ‘Mmmmhhh!’ Already, shit. How they could tell right when to hit her was a mystery, but they were doing it each and every fucking time. Why couldn’t they just let her freakin’ come? The tension traveled from her neck down her spine. She fought to straighten against the wood beam forcing her ass into the air. If only she could.