" Ah—yeah. You’re a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out." Thank you, sir." Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don’t you." He swept his... hand over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim didn’t know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir,. She knew from experience that whenever Ted said he wanted to show her something, it was usually something that involved her getting fucked. Ted led Sally down the stairs, down to a part of the club she’d never been before. They came to a door, which Ted unlocked, opening onto a short hallway. Sally could hear muffled voices behind a door that lay at the end of the hall, and this puzzled her. Ted stopped her then, and pulled out a vial of cocaine. He offered Sally two heaping spoonfuls then took. And while I couldn't see the inscription, I had no doubt who lay beneath.***I stood silently as the endless procession of faces passed by me, their words of consolation going mostly unheard.I had decided to wear black that day. A black dress with low-heeled shoes and all that I could think about as the procession continued was how damn uncomfortable these fucking shoes were.Then finally the end - and at the end, one bright face. James'."How you doin' sweetheart?" he said hugging me tightly. I could feel the dampness between my legs as my warm wet fluids began building, my brain was in overload and my panties felt wet as I slightly opened my legs.“stop playing with your nipple now Emma and lean slightly back in your chair” Abram commanded. I slid my hard nipple back in my bra, slightly relieved as I was beginning to feel like I would orgasm if I teased it anymore, my body was aching and I was wishing Abram was here to take me over my desk, I was yearning to feel his hard cock part.