Sort of.Nate and I started out as friends, until one party, where a drunken game of 7 Minutes In Heaven turned into us fucking in a closet. I still re...member it..."You're s'posed to kiss me," Nate had murmured, grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth on his in the darkness of the closet. I had giggled and pulled away at first, until he dropped his beer on the floor, held my hands above my head against the wall, and started massaging my breasts with his other hand, passionately kissing me the whole. Big banks have dozens of vice presidents. It doesn’t mean anything except that they are bank officers and can make everyday decisions without getting permission. I was ushered into the office of Vice President Smith. Smith? Really? Is anyone really named Smith? Apparently so.“How can I help you, Ms. Chester,” Mr. Smith asked.“Yes. I am the authorized representative of the Estate of Georgia McFearin. She passed away on Christmas Day and I have only recently discovered that she had a safe deposit. The shaft dropped her into another cell. As she fell into a crumpled heap of legs and arms the other occupant awoke from a self induced trance. Sat in the corner head down was Jed. He was still naked, his muscled torso greased, biceps busting with injected adrenaline. Between his legs Jackie instantly noticed the fat steel latticed cock; limp but intimidating. The hard blue scrotal sphere underneath making his penis thrust up proud even when not erect.Jed groaned a low insane noise. Spittle was. She kissed Paul on both cheeks and leant in to do the same to me. I leant back away from her approach, somewhat awkward knowing her interest, but the wall of the lift stopped me and she brushed her lips to my cheeks, whispering, "You are beautiful," and leaving a taste of her perfume on my lips.The silence in the lift was total. I couldn't speak and Paul looked stood there with this silly grin on his face. I was just desperate to get out and to the room.At our floor Paul and I got out and made.