We met after work for Manhattans and mischief and soon
retired to the room. We were both a 1000
miles from home, our consciences vanishing the moment we checked into the
hotel. She sat on my lap smiling as my
hand drifted over her silky white thigh.
“My husband never touches me like this”, she chuckled as she leaned back
into me swallowing my tongue. Work had
just sent us for a conference but had unknowingly paid for our escapades. As she dropped to her knees in front of me I
laughed and said “God I love my job.”
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