As I watched the porn on my laptop and continued thinking about my daughter in a perrogative way, my cock really started to harden. All I wanted to do... was fuck Sage and get it over with. I tried as much as I could but I still couldn’t release.When the porn video had ended, I decided to get up and go see what Sage was up to. As I got closer to her bedroom door, I could hear soft moaning noises coming from her room. I slowly walked closer to the door to find it a jar.As I looked through the crack. Then there was the auction.By then I was running the gallery almost without Chris's involvement, she still took care of the finances of course, but I had proved myself to her and she trusted me to run things, to build it up, which led to the auction.It was inspired by the huge photograph in Chris's office. I still could not get enough of seeing it, sketching it, getting lost in it. Every so often amongst the pictures and paintings we bought and sold, another work by the same photographer would. You know . . . I like . . ." He held his hands about a foot away from his chest, then said, "Anyway, I think the company could turn a fucking huge profit with our cloud . . . “ "But she’s kind of a bitch," I added. They all paused and stared at me for a moment. "Nah," Joe said. "She's friendly enough. Just busy. Check out all the tables she has. Look, Mark, I'm not saying that we have to undercut our employees and automate . . ." I couldn’t help spying on Crystal as she worked the other. Pushing the material into the crevice and feeling her clitoris, soon she was gasping and moving her arse in time to my hand rubbing her. Then with a cry and gripping me tight, held onto me as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Unlocking her legs she moved me onto my back and she leaned over French kissing me, her tongue deep into my mouth, telling me how beautiful it was. She took a moment to remove her chemise to let her tits swing free, then began licking and kissing my tits. I felt her.