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Click here"Yes ... I said I'd be straight and not pulling any punches you'd probably end up sleeping with them."
"Thanks for that."
"I said I'd be honest ... You'd look after the clients at the companies apartment."
"Is it where Mr Caswell took me?"
"That's right ... Most of the appointments are during the day but some overnights might be required ... I can see your quite confused. You will get a promotion, not to be paid for what you'll be doing, but to 'give a reason' and disguise the fact that you will be 'away' for some evenings, all the ladies, bar one, like you are married. We don't want you to make any choices right away. Take the holiday break to consider your options, we won't think ill of you if you decide against but we would be disappointed not to have such a perfect replacement on-board."
"Errr ... thank you ... I'll do that," I answered, still a little dazed. I got up out of my chair and left the office without saying another word.
The whole issue was on my mind for the rest of that last day of work and during the Christmas break.
- COMMENTS
JoeBetterBNiceabout 1 month agoUnlabeled cuckold content. Awful if not to the taste of the reader, so it should always be rated 1 star if unlabeled.
Anonymousabout 2 months agoAbsolutely ridiculous. The company wants her to be a whore and she does not think her husband didnt notice her a just fucked look sunday? Oh, and she loooovvves her husband so much. Skank
Anonymousabout 1 year agoEXCERPT FROM THIS STORY.
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"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.
"No, not for me," I replied as I already felt a little light-headed from the wine earlier.
"If I can't get you anything to drink perhaps I can get you into bed," he said bluntly. I was completely taken aback by his very candid and direct suggestion.
"Err ... I'm married," I mumbled a little flustered and it was all I could think of to say.
"I already know that. I'm not asking to marry you I'm asking to go to bed with you," he continued in a hushed voice.
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5- [4.75 = 95% = A+ (☆☆☆☆☆-)].
