Maybe sometimes it really sucks owning the company. The front office had the president, Bob Hansen who was the son of the founder (I only knew him as Mr. Mom xxx I just nodded my agreement. I knew my skirt rode up my thighs and I shift again to slide it up further. Just office friends.”
I smiled, “Office friends. Remember?” He must have given some physical response because Bob continued. He pulled my head to his chest and stroked my hair with one hand and my bare back with the other. ———————————————————————
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