He kept coming over and asking me stuff, stuff his secretary could have phoned me for. He also kept trying to ask me about my divorce, my life, stuff ...that was none of his fucking business. I couldn’t understand what the fuck he wanted from me- there was a whole office full of other girls who'd sell their soul to fuck him, but for some reason he was sticking to me like chewed gum to the sole of a shoe. On Friday, a friend called me to say that my pig of an ex was now engaged to his reception. ’ ‘We’ll chat again soon.’ And she was off. ******************* At the close of work, Stan stepped into the elevator, thankful for the solitude as the car was empty. Just as he was about to press the button for the ground floor, she came out of the blue, stepping in to join him. It’s been three days since their chat, and he was so worried. ‘What’s her damn agenda’ he had asked himself a million times to no avail. ‘Ma’am, about our chat….’ She cut him right off with a slight wrinkle of her. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes, enjoying his tender show of affection.He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he doing she thinks. Why is he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth? At first she resists but when their tongues meet. She likes it. They kiss wildly sucking each other's tongues and lips.She feels his hand on her small mounts, tenderly caressing and squeezing them. No, no he shouldn't do. Sheena had her sexy face red and she was sweating although we were inside the hot bath tub. Helena stare at me in my eyes, letting me know the wife was a wild truly bitch in heat…Preston called Helena and she crawled over him. My girlfriend got on all fours and asked the black guy to be gentle; since his cock was very thick for her tight pussy.He was gentle; but suddenly, a wild pain scream from Helena, reminded me that his black dick was really thick…Preston fucked my girlfriend with no mercy,.