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I was very busy all day doing some research for a couple of clients and writing a contract for a company buyout. Once in a while my mind would wander and I’d think about vintage some man, somewhere giving me sexual pleasure while he used my body for his own pleasure. At this point the man was faceless. I wondered who I would surrender to. I wondered how he would fuck me………..then I would snap back to reality and go back to what I was doing before my daydream. Late in the afternoon, we had a meeting with one of our bigger clients that lasted quite a bit longer than I anticipated it would. When it was over, the client, Mark Mattingley, invited everyone at the meeting for drinks at a bar nearby. It had been an intense meeting and every one of the partners accepted his invitation. On the way to the bar, I called Lyn and told him I would be late getting home and what I was doing. I had done this before so he thought nothing about it. “How late do you think you will be?” he asked. “I shouldn’t be much over an hour. I do want to talk to you when I get home.” “Okay, I have been thinking about what we discussed and I do want to talk with you more about it…..see you when you get home.” We all arrived at Hardcore the Shamrock at the same time and entered together. Mark had phoned ahead and had a large table set up that would seat all of us. We ordered drinks while talking about whatever happened to come up. After a couple of rounds, there were a lot of small conversations around the table. Mark had taken a seat next to indian me when we sat down. I had always admired Mark. He had moved his legal business to our firm the same year I became partner. As we walked she had Hardcore her hand on my arm, something that I really liked. I nodded vintage my head. She walked over to me and sat on my lap. “That sounds like her.” She had such an eager look on her face, her nipples hard against her blouse, her skirt swirling about her slender thighs as she wiggled her hips from side to side. Lying next indian to the rabbit girl, I put my arm around her and held her close. “I don’t want to talk to you.” I stood my ground. “Oh I think we would work together well, Professor,” she said slyly. Squat low enough to keep it inside you." She was draped in all black. Per my instructions, she had styled her long hair in a classic braided chignon. “Yes!