The lights were lowered on the overheated room, and the CFO began droning on about the year-to-date profit and loss results by division and sales unit. The air was full of the sound of rustling papers, and I jumped when Barbara caressed my arm.
“What does Ali look like?” she whispered, pointing at a row of numbers as if commenting on our profits.
“He’s a large black man,” I whispered back, leaning close to look at the same paper.
“I can see your phone,” she said, checking to make sure no one was paying attention to us. “And your cock.”
[Melanie] I’m full Britany, and I’m a slut. Tell me your wife is a w***e.
Barbara took my phone from me while brushing my erection with the back of her hand.
[Barbara] This is Barbara. We both think you’re a w***e. Tell me more, and together we’ll make
