"Well, I guess you never know what someone will do to keep their job. And I reckon she probably didn't tell her husband either." Sally shivered as Lenny's gaze wandered appreciatively up and down her body.
"Lenny, you can't smoke in here!" she said huffily changing the subject as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
"I've got Post-Coital Compulsive Nicotine Disorder or PCCND. Which means I have to have a fag after spunking," he replied as he lit up.
"Well at least put your, um, p***s away. Please."
"All right, love. Although I'll need some relief in an hour or so," he added while zipping himself up.
"s**t! An hour! Oh my god," Sally cursed.
"Well, look who's f*****g swearing now. Yes, an hour. Are you going to be doing me personally?" he lewdly suggested, staring boldl
