"I know. I love seeing you like this. It makes me want to fuck you right here. So let's get moving or we'll have to spend the weekend in this office."

As they were leaving, Agnes noticed her overnight bag by the door.

"That's my bag!"

"I know. You had to bring it for your parents' sake. But I've packed everything you're going to need in my bag. There's no need for anything else."

Agnes looked as though she was about to protest, but one stern look from Gary quietened her. He chuckled to himself. That was another benefit of having a teenage mistress. She didn't have the bitchy independent...