I turned back to Pelley and said, “Shame. Failure.”He gave back an astonished, “Shame and failure?” It seemed that this was considered good in...terviewing technique. Throughout the interview, if I said something he wanted to emphasize, he would repeat my words back to me.“Yes. The last thing I saw during the battle, before passing out, was the wreckage of the smoking bunker. I had ordered my men inside and then called in the artillery. It was my fault they died.”“But they didn’t die. They. "What could I say - I was speechless as we walked on."I like your pink shirt, not all men will wear that color. My husbandwon't because he thinks it's a sissy color," she remarked.Wonder what she would think if she knew I am also wearing pink pantiesnow with a stain that only Monica Lewinsky's dress would rival.We talked a bit more mostly about the project we are working on andeventually returned to our individual cubicle to eat lunch. I was readyexcept - how do I get my special sauce from. Linda turned to me and adjusted my tie, then she slipped her arms up around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Hi gorgeous,” she breathed. “Hey beautiful,” I murmured, kissing her on the mouth. We kissed again, this time with lots of tongue. My cock was pushing against Linda's stomach. She giggled as she felt it harden and dry humped her groin against my thigh. Her breath grew hot and musky in my mouth. After a couple of minutes, I gazed into her warm green eyes. My cock was. She was moaning mmmmhmmmmmmhhhhhhhsssssshhshmmAnd started to hold my head with her hands backward and I started to kiss and lick her neck. ahWhat a smell… I can still smell her.. and my hands on her boobs and slowly my man inside started to wake up and slowly started to rub her Cute and small ( basically I am an ass lover) ass… she was, in turn, rubbing her ass and was feeling my hard on.And slowly I started to remove her pants and made her slide on the lounge in my room and in sitting position.