" She said when the table was clear. "Are you ready, or do you want to sit a while? I can bring it into the living room if you want." Well, Mrs. Steph...enson, I thought you were the dessert." Marcel said without looking up. He was checking his cell phone for messages."I beg your pardon!" Jenn almost chocked, thinking she might have misunderstood or misused and English phrase. Joe looked up in surprise; thinking he had misunderstood."Look, Joe; you know that we have more than enough money to fund. She had a cell phone, of course, but only her personal assistants had the number. Her third husband, a heart surgeon, had referred to himself as a page-slave, but Erica considered her pager to be her guardian not her master. Any supplicant who wanted to speak to her had to beg admittance through her electronic doorman. If she wanted to, she would get back to them at her convenience. If not, she would hit the 'clear' button and forget about it. It saved the callers the embarrassment of having to. I guess it just made me feel sexy,” I answered. “Well regardless of the reason, thank you for doing it.” I wondered why I chose to shave my parts unless I thought there was a chance I would spend the night with Tom. Had I anticipated this evening turning out this way on a subconscious level? The thought that I had set this in motion long before dinner was troubling to me. I did not like believing that I set out to seduce my boss hours ago. I preferred to believe that I simply got caught up in. His cock was large, not excessively so, but I have fairly small hands and could not completely grasp him all the way around. He buried a hand in my hair and pulled my head closer to him. I opened my mouth to take him in. He was almost too much for me. I knew from experience that if I did this for too long my jaw and throat would be sore. But at that moment, I didn’t care. I just knew that I needed him, needed him inside me in whatever way I could take him. My lips closed over the head of his.