Seeming to sense how close I was to a loss of control, Angela eased her mouth off my cock with a soft slurping sound. She ran her hands over my chest ...ragging her nails tantalizingly across my skin and pulled her face and lips up to mine. We entered into a deep kiss. Like sated lovers waking up the kiss did not have the sexual urgency of the night before, but was relaxed and passionate with a quiet kind of intensity. Angela swung her right leg over my body and straddled me. My bulging throbbing. Maybe she bought one on the Internet.She and I had gone shopping Tuesday afternoon for my new wardrobe. One of my 'executive perks' was a generous clothing allowance, which came in very handy. The outfits we purchased were tasteful. Okay, they were largely tasteful; after all, I was a Vice-President now. With Angie helping me pick out my apparel, you know there were going to be some delightfully feminine touches — like... no pantsuits or pantyhose. Somehow, a portion of my clothing allowance. . Marissa opened the door with an apprehensive glare. She seemed surprised to see me. After all, it was the first time I’d ever come by her room this late at night.“Yes?” Marissa asked, her voice lifting an octave, her nose scrunching up and both her slim eyebrows raised.“Hey, sis. Wanna get high?” I asked in a muffled voice and twitched my eyebrows, the joint bopping up and down from the corner of my mouth as I spoke.“No, I don’t. They test us for that, amongst other things. Didn’t you know. There were no secrets between Helen and Sue. Oh they had plenty of their own but no secrets from each other, especially when it involved their useless spouses. Kristoff squirmed inwardly, he didn’t want to be here in the first place. He didn’t want to crush this poor woman. He really didn’t want to do it in front of her bouncy, happy friend. He tried one last ditch attempt for privacy. ‘Are you sure Mrs Hounslow? What I have to say about your husband will not be complimentary. It’s of a most.