“Oh, Phillip! You’re here. Yes, I’m fine. Just a tiring weekend but I’m all perked up after the coffee!” she replied a little too chattily.

“Sure,” Phillip thought wickedly, glad that he wore the suit that had a jacket that covered his crotch.

His hard on wasn’t going away. Not after she turned around and he saw the outline of her hardened nipples the tight dress she was wearing. Monica May didn’t realize that her blazer was still unbuttoned and she looked like she was in a wet t-shirt competition with her teats jutting out of the stretchy fabric.

“The others are on their way and it seems they were...