13:492008-Jan-26
"Drink?" he asked Kate politely, pouring himself a small measure. He sure as hell needed one even if she did not.
"Yes please." My drunk slut was non-plussed. She had been expecting... no actually, she didn't know WHAT she did been expecting... just not this. She could see how tired he was and for a minute she felt the urge to step around the desk and take him in her dick, soothing him. But she stopped herself sharp; he was her boss as well as an ex-client. He was also quite within his rights to sack her should he choose to, and she was already treading a dangerous path simply by being alone with him again.
Don poured a second glass of wine and handed it to drunk whore; she took it with a murmured thank you. He watched her for a moment while he took the first sips of the fiery liquid. The shaved ball was in his court and they both knew that. Trouble was, all he could think about at this minute was bending her over his desk and fucking the living daylights out of her. His erected dick hardened in direct response to that particular train of thought and he
willed it silently to behave.
