I'm denied anyway, as your hands moved to my ass, rubbing my skin warming it up. You don't talk, you don't need to. I know I've broken two rules, but ...you're taking so long in beginning. I'm about to glance back when your hand lands on my left ass cheek. I gasp, then groan quietly, pushing against you again. Then my right ass cheek. Then left again. You repeat this pattern, so my ass doesn't grow sore too quickly. "How many?" You ask, and then I realize I failed to count."Seven?" I guess and am. They would settle for nothing less than that for the two of them. When money was good, they flew in a private jet, hired a personal limousine, and rented villas. When money wasn’t so good, they flew first class in a regular plane, rented a car, and stayed in resorts.When they were at home, they had eaten in fine restaurants, attended the opera, and attended gala events. They were there to see and be seen. Political fundraisers, charity events, and openings for the arts. A typical evening out. I pushed a little, felt the slippery head enter, and no complaint from Pai as I followed through with a few more inches. She pushed back, and I pushed forward, at the same time using my fingers to stimulate her clit and pussy from underneath. She moaned and aah’d, so I pulled back to the opening, then slowly pushed my whole length inside, until my pubic hairs were nestling against, tickling against her arse. I slowly withdrew, then pushed in more strongly, repeating this until I was sure the. . but Lisa proposed, and Bill and I approved of, a plan to give a mil-share per week for every sales agent that sold over her maximum commission rate.That was the carrot that Lisa announced at the company meeting the next week. Then she unveiled the stick to each of the Sales Agents, separately, in a private off-site meeting.She went over what she had been told of the previous difficulties and conflicts and asked each if it was true that they had harassed the office assistants and carped at.