But I just have so much to lose...my wife.. my kids.." He covered his face with his hands."No one will ever find out" I said reassuringly. It went dea...d silent. "It's our little secret?" He said finally. “I won’t tell unless you do.” I whispered.With that, I reached back to find his cock, and slid down on his thick shaft. "Oh my GOD!" Mr. C cried out. I rode him hard. Up and down, making sure he hit my g spot. I swirled in circles and rubbed my clit simultaneously. He stared at my wide hips. I worked in the IT department of a law firm. I approached my boss, told him that I might have a personal problem, and asked which lawyer was the best for divorces. He recommended Emily Harris; she was the most ruthless against women who had wronged a man. I called her office to make an appointment to see her. I was put right through to her, and she said, "What can I do for you, Bob? You said this was personal, and since you are a valued member of this firm and just got back from your two weeks. ..Mrs. Winchester...." she said sounding a little uncertain, maybeeven frightened. She pushed against my shoulders, trying to get out ofmy embrace."She doesn't need to know about this," I said grabbing her ass andpushing her hard against the hard-on in my pants."Y-y-you promise to help me?" she asked, looking into my eyes almostpleadingly."Of course," I said, caressing her ass more firmly."O-o-okay," she said, still shivering."Good, let's go upstairs. I think we'll be much more comfortable. The next time I dropped in to see Vlad, he was hard at work at an enormous dog turd. Must have been ten feet high. "What's the deal?" I asked him."You know that expression that architects have? The turd in the plaza?" he replied.I knew. When an architect designs a modern office building, it is almost obligatory to include an abstract, usually ugly, piece of statuary in front of it, or in the courtyard."So now it will be a real turd?" I asked."You bet. I'm working with this architect from.