I pinch your tent between my toes. Mr. Long feels excited from between your legs.
Hard, stiff, and I see Mr. Long is making you thirsty because you squirm on your seat then uncap your water bottle.
You don’t bother with the cup and just gulp it until the bottle is half empty.
“Ahh,” you let out a heavy breath as you slam the glass back to the table and grip my ankle under it.
“Boss, are you good?” Your assistant comes to your side to ask. You shake your head without sparing her a glance and it makes me feel good.
I’ve always hated that b***h for spending so much time with you at work.
“Your face is really red, I should call the doctor,” she takes out her phone and you notice my anger from my nonresponsiveness.
I’m your wife. Wouldn’t I know when you need a doctor first? The other ex
