"Yeah..you like the feel of these, too, don't you.", she said.She stepped back, removed the pajama pants, and pulled the black slip over her head and ...nto place. She pushed me into a sitting position on the bed, and straddled my legs, impaling herself on my penis. We ground against each other for a few minutes, and I told her I was going to cum. "Squeeze my ass!!", she demanded. I squeezed both of her buttock with my hands as she pressed down harder on my erection. I felt a gush of hot liquid. 00am, I could tell the time from the alarm clock on Anne's side of the bed. In the soft green light I could see the guy who was supposed to be asleep down the hall standing naked on her side of the bed. It wasn't the first time she had suggested a guy might want to join us in bed but usually it was her that went to join them. As I watched I could hear Anne's regular breathing so I knew she was asleep and had probably taken a sleeping tablet after the stress of the last couple of days to help. Between two Tiffany lamps, Mr. Andrews sat in his high-backedleather-upholstered executive's chair, behind a laptop computer.I felt the butt plug sliding down my rectum, slowly but surely.Horrified, I gulped, managing to keep a straight face as, again, Iclenched my ass cheeks tightly together to halt the downward slide ofthe dildo.Mr. Andrews glanced up at me. "Armstrong," he said, calling me by mylast name, as he referred to all his sales agents. "Step into myoffice. Have a seat."Thank God! I. This was the most honest thing she ever told him.?Whoa, that’s cold. I was just trying to be nice,? Matt said in a clearly sarcastic voice. His confidence was unshaken. ?You are such a nice woman and yet you are unable to accept the fact that I’m not on your ex’s side in this dispute.??I know you’re not, but that doesn’t change anything. Look, it was nice that you helped me after my divorce, but I really don’t think we’d work. I’ve given it a serious thought and I think you are way too?.