You can torture yourself with what you should have seen for hours and hours and never get anywhere.He had been quiet. That was the second thing. Oh su...e, he did a fine job of pretending to be perfectly friendly. He did a fine job of wearing a public mask. But in those rare moments when he thought nobody was looking, she'd seen the thousand yard stare come back. Nobody home again. It was like he was a hollow shell.But again, she did nothing. Nobody did anything. And that must have hurt most of. “Don’t be such an old grouch” she said and pushed her boobs against the back of my head, “He’s my boss, this is part of my job and it always has been”“He’ll expect you to go to bed with him- again”She put her lips to my ear and whispered seductively,“Probably yes and you know you love it don’t you?”I grinned in spite of myself, “His place or ours?”“Why?” she grinned back, “Wanna watch?”“Of course” I laughed, “Can I shave you before you go?”“Ooh yes please”“You going to wear stockings?”“Don’t I. She loved it she kept going afterwards till every drop was gone.She stands up and wipes her lips off and sits next to me on the couch finishing her cocktail. "Sorry guys I know what my ex-boyfriend needs and when he needs it."Johnny One Time says "damn I wish I had a chick that would drop to her knees like that every time I am horny." She looks back at me and smiles. "Well tonight is your lucky night" as she goes over and unzips Johnny One Time’s pants. "I'm no racist Johnny. But this is the. My hands drifted over her body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them tightly, then moving downward again, rubbing the wet spot that formed where her legs met.As I felt I had reached maximum thrust, and – more importantly – maximum penetration, I slid out, gave Sam a firm smack on her buttocks and guided her around the bar, leaving her pants on the floor. I picked her up and laid her down on the poker table. There were chips everywhere and playing cards were sticking to her body. I yanked her.