CHAPTER FOUR
Paul was feeling unusually raunchy for a Monday. Especially considering the orgy Saturday had been. It had started first thing that morning, on the elevator. As usual, it had been packed. Paid had been stuck at the back. More and more people shoved in for the long ride to the forty-first floor.
Then Brenda's soft, warm, round ass had pressed against him. Brenda, it was generally conceded, had the finest ass of any of the secretaries. In fact, Brenda was the best looker in the office. She always wore tight sexy blouse-slack combinations, or outrageously mini miniskirts. Today she had on blouse and slacks. All that mattered in the elevator was her ass. It pushed against him, a warm, soft, inviting nest for his c**k. His c**k had gotten the idea, and stiffened and swelled. Driv
