I pinged her again stating ‘Hi, why didn’t you recognize me in office?’ Suddenly got a reply, ‘Is that you, seriously?’I replied YES. Then I...didn’t get any more reply from her, just like other days.Next day I got official mail from my manager to stay long and got heavy work load to complete. Then I thought that my bad day started. HR is taking revenge on me and can’t tell this to anyone also. Can’t even think of any wrong moves now, as this may finish my career. And guys, you can fuck a girl. But I want to not talk for just a little bit. I still love you. Don’t worry.” I replied “… okay… George please tell me if you’re upset about that night? If you think it’s a mistake, I’m sorry but I don’t. Please talk to me about this.” He didn’t reply.-One month later, George and I were on speaking terms but he wouldn’t talk about that night. He assured me that he did love me though, and I believed him. I definitely did love him.- It was Christmas Eve. We always spent Christmas Eve with my. Your cock is magnificent. I do want to blow you while your lady watches, I absolutely do,” he tells me as he steps out of his loafers and removes his shirt. He really does have a good, toned, twenty-two year body.As Sarah appears he opens his jeans and slides out a very impressive erection.“You must be Emile, my man has chosen well,” Sarah smiles full of confidence as she struts and looks him over. “Nice taut body, good ass and a huge cock. My style of man,” she smiles with her hands on his. And again. And again. She suddenly remembered telling him about her fascination with the thought of forced orgasms during that same "anal hook" conversation. Another fantasy was coming true.John admired his handiwork. Curvy, horny slut - collared, hooked, dripping wet, blindfolded, coming like crazy... This was turning out to be a better than average Wednesday.He walked back in front of Kitty, who could tell he was close because she felt his warmth on her face. "Open up, Slut. I believe.