I loved his hairless chest and smooth skin. He was the contrast of sexual perfection-smooth skin and hard, throbbing cock. He was the object of my deb...auchery. My sexual need for him was overwhelming. I held his dick between the palms of my hands, stroking his shaft up and down. Hong moaned as he watched me. His breathing was getting heavier. “Don’t stop now,” he said jokingly. “I don’t intend to stop,” I replied as I pressed my lips against the mushroom tip of his cock and quickly flicked it. "He said, "I don't understand. Damnit, I drank too much tonight, and I'm still kind of fuzzy, but--why, baby? Why me?" Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy; because I love you more than I could ever love any other man. Because I want you to keep fucking me until I freak out." B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of thing--I mean--" It's already done," she answered, feeling much wiser and older than him. "We've already screwed, so that can't be changed. So why not do it. You could send Deena out on a job and get better results...”“Good to know. I’m just looking over it right now...”“Yeah, okay ... Says he worked for the company Dan used to work for. Doesn’t say that he was fired, does it?”“No. Says ‘left for more amenable work environment’. Next employer ... Oh, yeah, they’re amenable to hiring anything with a pulse and a claim to knowledge of Ohm’s Law. And he didn’t stay there too long...”“Okay. I see that...”“Yeah,” Jason said. “3Sigma‘s a new name in the. I felt so tired and confused. My husband didn't seem to want me anymore and yet this attractive, clever man did. Although I rejected Byron's physical advances, I must admit I encouraged the flirting and fun we had together.It was liberating to feel like a sexy woman again and I didn't want that feeling to end even though I knew it was wrong. I value my wedding vows and I always made sure that our mucking around stopped short of me doing anything physical.Then one morning after I'd fought with.