I smile back. “Thanks”, I tell her. We sat there for a few seconds, just looking at each other. To most people, it might be awkward, but between u..., it wasn’t. There was something about Ashley, something about us, I couldn’t put my finger on it. But I could feel the attraction between us in the room. And being a married man, a pastor, it scared me. The silence was broken when my bookmark fell out of my book and slid onto the floor. Ashley was quick to bend over to pick it up. “Oh, let me get. Anderson, I've got Mr. Perkins secretary on the phone, she says that Mr. Perkins in trapped in his office, she doesn't sound too steady, sir." How is he trapped? Is the door locked?" Anderson asked."No sir, it seems that every-time he tries to step out of the room ... he reappears in the middle of it again, she sounds very confused." I see, well tell her not to worry, I'll send someone to deal with it." Anderson said, Sally passed on the message and then hung up.On the screen I opened up a new. “Fuck that was good…” Iphi breathed, biting her lip as she took a few steps back, her cock, already half soft and drooping between her rear legs, slick with her own cum which practically poured from Shae’s abused hole, “I hope I get to play with her again, and soon.”For Shae, the story was different, she let out a single last groan as she felt the horse cock pull from her drained body, leaving a void in her, one she knew would be forever with her. There was no sense of victory or satisfaction. I would drop the truck and the dog home every afternoon and head for the pub before we got home.After about two weeks living there, I came home from the pub one night, and stood at the front door, trying to put the key in the door quietly. I could hear moaning through the window to the left, so I figured she must be entertaining someone, and I tried to be even quieter. I slipped in through the front door, held the latch so it wouldn't "click", then leaned my shoulder against it so it would.