He smiles, but it’s not one of those big friendly ones. It seems forced. Crap. I think. I know I’m not a beauty, but wow…if looks could kill. I ...make my smile wider and walk to the table. He stands, holding out his hand. It’s warm to my touch. As we sit, I pull the manuscript out of my messenger bag and plop it on the table. We both start to talk at the same time and dissolve into laughter. Wow. He is a handsome and such nice teeth! ‘You first,’ we say in unison. I shake my head, willing. This was getting easier and easier.The next three months, I kept quiet and observed how they treated each other. I began to see the signs of restlessness in Virgil again. He wanted other women, and Marianne was being left alone nights more often too. Better and Better. It was time for my first move.2. Phone CallThrough my work (I'm a scientist), I had developed a formula that bends peoples wills. I rarely, if ever used the formula except to bail me out of some tight spots. I am so plain looking. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs, felt their heft and pushed them together and made her cleavage pop out of her neckline. Katie moaned and leaned into me. I looked at Pete and he was transfixed, staring at my hands on her tits and rubbing his crotch through his jeans. “I've gotta feel these” I said and moved my hands under her blouse to feel skin on skin. God her tits were fabulous, big, firm, and soft—the kind of tits I always dream of and look at online. Katie moaned and Pete said “Wow.” I. ..What did he mean'dear'.The next thing I was made aware of was how close my boss was sat next tome and also how close our other male guest was sitting to me. They werepressed right up against each of my arms and I felt very crushed.My boss immediately grabbed my hand under the table cloth and placed iton his crotch the other male guest did exactly the same to my righthand. I looked at my boss and the guest as the men began to use my handsto rub their cocks.I began to understand what I was here.