He's in a hurry to get up to his wife's office. They work in the same building, she usually brings his lunch. On this day, he was feeling really horny... and wanted so badly to fuck her in her office. They had never done this before but he was in the mood for a quickie, a hard fuck without getting caught in the busy school they worked in would be exciting. She wore a skirt to work on this day and nothing else underneath. She was waiting for the day he would want easy access to her pussy at work.. The men stumbled upstairs to shower and change into fresh smelling clothes, before sitting down to eat and then relax, hoping for a time of inactivity before the next alarm sent them hurtling through the streets to the next inferno.Mancini and Anders had drawn the duty of preparing the truck for its next use on this twenty-four-hour shift. Before heading to the showers they had to wipe down the truck, knowing it could wait until morning to be thoroughly washed. They would uncurl the hoses and. I’d used one in the window of my shop a while back and it seemed to have attracted attention – and customers! It was already dark by the time I arrived at the gallery. I waited in the cold for her to open the door. She smiled when she saw me outside, loaded up with photographic equipment bags and a pizza box. ‘Pizza delivery,’ I said, ‘thought you might need it. I bet you haven’t eaten today at all, with getting everything ready, have you?’ She laughed. ‘You’re getting to know me well.’. “Yes, of course,” Hafnan said. She laid out everything methodically on the covers. It would be easy to trace her steps backwards.“Oh, her computer! Excellent.” Natasha set out around the bed and picked up a laptop plugged in on the nightstand.“Only clothes and toiletries, Natasha,” Hafnan said.“What?” Dammit! I want her diary or--”“She keeps that in her attache or in her phone and--”“Fuck!” Natasha swore. “Passwords. How are we supposed to buy these damned coins before Papa if we don’t know how.