He was wearing the standard shorts and T-shirt, with a Martha's Igloo logo."So is this some promotion," he asked, "or a Program thing, or what?" Progr...am thing," I answered, still dancing."I hope I'm as cool about it when it's my turn," he said, shaking his head.Botilda made herself known at this point. "If Anzu here were any cooler, she'd have icicles hanging from her nipples."He seemed to give Botilda as much of the eye as he had me. Can't say as I blame him, though. About that time Rashida. " Okay," Jeff said, "give me the name of the restaurant, and directions. We'll be there."Doctor Boswell continued, "I will arrange for a reservation at seven. If I do not call you back, expect that. I will put the reservation under your name."She gave Jeff the name of the restaurant and directions which he committed to memory. He told her that they would be there at seven, and she hung up without even saying good-bye.When he pushed the Off button on the phone, there were six pairs of eyes. His deep groan against her throat made her shiver. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and fucked her hard. Anna held on, turning her head to press her lips to his temple. Her breasts jolted against his chest. Her stomach quivered as the need built inside her all over again. His arm tightened around her and he lifted her, still connected with him, lowering her onto her back on the couch. He rested on one elbow, using his other hand to grasp her ass as he took her even harder. His cock. Mia spotted them leaving the office around 3:15 from the secrecy of her tinted windows. The two women passed right past by her to the pub around the corner for lunch. Devious minds think alike and Mia had thought that Rosa may use the washroom for some illicit fun with Claudia. The over sexed voyeur got out and set up her equipment quickly, using her passkey to enter the office. She just happened to own a very sensitive video camera which was no bigger than a cylindrical lipstick container. It.