But he obviously was not. He was a little rough. But I liked it. It felt good. It felt right.I waited to see what he would want to do. Mr. Kennedy is ...he most senior of the senior vice presidents. But he isn't the oldest. I would estimate his age to be between fifty-five and fifty-eight. He's about 6'2", weighs around two hundred pounds and is in pretty good shape.He has what are usually referred to as "rugged good looks." His hair is silver and he's very distinguished looking. I've always. Once, when fucking doggy, he drove me across the floor and banged my head on the wall with the force of his thrusts. Other times we’d hug and kiss, or naked chests together and my legs around his waist or feet held high and spread far apart. We’d fuck with the curtains and windows open knowing that passerby could hear the sounds of two full grown men mating in full rut mode. Once we were going at it hard with him on top and my feet on his chest as he was slamming me on my squeaky bed with both. ‘You’re welcome. Maybe sometime we can go out for coffee. I found a great place just up the street with some great desserts.’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Chloe. She felt the pang of guilt within her stomach. ‘I know, your schedule’s kinda crazy,’ said James. ‘But keep it in mind. Well, see ya around.’ Chloe watched him walk away. She debated with herself about taking him up on his offer as it was just coffee as she went to her apartment. Everywhere she looked she was reminded of her loss. Pictures. Turning to me so looked as if to ask if I was ready to order a drink as well, so I did.As Helln and I sat and ate our dinners she asked why the behavior. I took my time and exlained that she is always treating everyone like a k** or acting like a royal bitch. I further went on to explain that if she did not go with eating off the k**s menu that she would have been eating here dinner out of a owl on the floor like a dog. She grimeced at that thought and mentioned that she had never given it any.