Thanks for the ride. Her fingers were already slipping around the door handle. Anytime. Actually, here, Grabbing a napkin that was stuffed in the cup ...holder and pulling a pen from his pocket, he scribbled his number down. If you ever need a ride or you know, anything, Id be more than happy to pick you up. She took the napkin from him, already knowing she would never call him for a ride. Asking for favors or causing people to go out of their way was something she avoided doing at all costs. As. " He laid me on my back and got ontop of me. I lifted my legs and offered him my ass, I now rested my legson his shoulders as he slowly slid his cock inside of me. He didn't wasteany time he started to fuck me, it felt so good to have him inside of me,and feel the weight of a man on top of me, and if that didn't make mefeel girlie enough, it was a nice touch to see my cute little heels in theair. Wayne was fucking me really good, we were both moaning withpleasure. He fucked me like this. "No, no, a size smaller, please" I interupted. "She's wearing them for showing off." Again a smile played on the assistants face, and she turned to her shelves and various boxes.I toyed with the idea of making mother put them on in the shop, but by now I was eager to get back to the house so after selecting the ones we wanted (I wanted) we returned home.Mother stood in our hallway and looked at me: she was obviously dreading the next bit. "Upstairs, please, mother. Put on the red ones, a black. "Now as for your own situation. Lawyers that fuck their bosses and are found out don't have much future. I'll wager that the decision to terminate you will be made before you reach the office in the morning. I almost feel sorry for you. An unemployed, divorced lawyer with a reputation as an adulteress is in serious trouble."Tears started to flow when what I said sunk in. "Bill, you aren't going to divorce me are you? You know I love you, and I'm sorry." Sorry for what? Sorry I found out about.