"Northern Lights Productions," she said.Greg smiled. He should have known she'd be the first one in the office. "Good morning, Sally," he said. "I won...'t be in this morning. Maybe not at all today. Megan is ill." Oh, poor Megan," Sally said. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying. As soon as it was all clean, he dove in and that wonderful Gene Simmons tongue started fucking my pussy. How he did that and suck on my clitty at the same time I don't know, but he could do it. I had a string of three orgasms in a row, sliding lower and lower until my whole butt was hanging off the chair. He finally took his tongue out of me and looked up. He was out of breath."I have to have you Megan," he panted. "You're driving me crazy." You want to fuck my little pussy?" I asked in a high. How do you feel? All right, Sir. She smiled slightly, and I mentally gave a sigh of relief. Dont get me wrong, I can barely move, I hurt so much, and I have to say its not very pleasant right now, but later, the aches will be exquisite. Exquisite? I smiled and traced her cheekbone with my thumb and took a deep breath. You are truly remarkable, baby. No one has ever suffered like that at my hands and used the word exquisite afterwards. As a matter of fact, the only two women who made it to. Here, I'll get them," Gary offered."No! You just sit there and keep my wife company." I walked over and opened the credenza doors displaying neatly organized and labeled pullout shelves. Perfectly sorted, unlike my random, eclectic stacks of music. I found a Bing Crosby White Christmas CD, and put it on. The wine was starting to loosen Gary up a bit, laughing a lot as Anne charmed him. The 'ding' sounded on the oven."Dinner is ready! Just stay where you are; I'll make you each a plate. How'd.