It was small, kind of cluttered. Pretty much the definition of a bachelor pad. There were nice reproductions from the museum on his walls, though. I w...nt to the window. It looked like we were on the third floor of a low-rise building. Typical California suburbia. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Mostly bare, some bread, cold cuts, beer. The cupboards didn’t contain anything that piqued my appetite. I returned to the living room and sat on the sofa in front of the television.. " Beth replied. She knew he was extra flirty in front of the other men, but he was always 'joking' like that. Beth left her stuff and walked to the front office while all the men stared at her back side for length of the building. She put a little wiggle into it as a way to brighten their afternoon.The office was empty today. Maggie who worked the desk was not there, and there were no customers or other staff around. Beth walked back down the small hall to see if they were in the break room but. God, I hoped he'd be able to forgive me for what I was about to do!"We'll put on a show for you!" I said seductively, heart pounding, my eyes boring into Doug's, picking up the little spark of interest, "Let me fuck him first! The little shit's been moping around here for months, and I owe him something! Let me get my strapon, and I'll ream him good while you watch!" You better make it good, bitch, or we'll tear him a new one, and you too!" Doug wasn't completely stupid, nor unnecessarily. She pounced on him suddenly, wrapping one arm around his rump as she pulled him closer, the meat of her bosom squashing up against his torso. He sank deep into her boundless cleavage, her breasts pressed tightly together by her biceps as the muscles bulged beneath her suit. His view of anything below his waist was obscured, there was just a mass of grey flesh, Alba leaning down so that her head was about level with his chest. He lurched as he felt her unfamiliar fingers brush his erection from.