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“We’re good friends, but Andy is my boss.”
“That’s awkward”, Susan replied, “we don’t have any other rooms. I gently caught her wrist and stopped her. Putting my hands under her knees, I bent her legs up and then pushed them outwards. The problem was that the technology worked. We kept it up for around ten minutes before beginning to increase the pace, our fucking growing more frantic. It was a hug turn-on for me. Her attitude towards was notably different as well. Interest groups who prized our discretion and complete lack of morality. Jumping back to the day of my retrenchment, I stopped by Sam’s office as I was leaving the building. “No”, she said to me, “we can’t be doing this, you’re married and you’re my boss.
