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Her Husband's Boss

... draped over on his shoulder, had quite her struggling. This door was partially ajar. Slater used his foot to kick it open and then strode into the master bedroom carrying the lady of the house on his shoulder. Slater paused a few feet inside the spacious room to take in his surroundings. The room was tastefully furnished and decorated. One poster-size framed photo on a wall caught his attention and he walked over to study it. It was a softly focused black-and-white photo of a woman sitting at a window, looking out. There were plentiful raindrops on the outside pane. The woman was nude, her body sideways to the camera, arms strategically allowing only a hint of breast. One could see just enough of the woman’s profile to tell it was Jessica. Everything about the photo—its composition, the lighting, the atmosphere it depicted—was excellently done. “Did your husband take this?” Slater asked of the woman draped over his shoulder. He received no response. He wasn’t expecting one. After turning away from the photo and looking appreciatively around the rest of the room, Slater turned his attention to the king-size bed with its head against the far wall. A smile crossed his lips. He carried the woman to the bed and stood beside it, examining it carefully. “I forgot to tell you to not make the bed this morning after you and your husband got up,” he mused. “I wanted to have you on the same wrinkled sheets that you both slept on last night.” He gave an exaggerated sigh. “Oh well, no ...

... biggie.” With that he dumped the woman on the bed rather unceremoniously. She came to a landing lying crosswise on the large bed that was as wide as it was long, and immediately sat up on her elbows. The skirt of her dress had hiked up to mid-thigh in her fall, allowing Slater an excellent view of her quite spectacular legs. Her dark blonde hair, which had been up, had come partially undone during the various stages of their physical struggles. She glared up at the man who remained standing beside the bed. The look in her eyes might have suggested hatred but, in fact, a very different emotion was stirring inside her. The seed for this emotion was germinated shortly after she opened her front door and let this man into her home where he roughly pinned her to the door, called her a bitch and coarsely kissed her against her will. The seed that was germinated there then sprouted when he took her forcefully on the staircase in an imperious display of unrelenting cunnilingus. The sprout of this emotion grew with the manner in which he then carried her the rest of the way up the stairs and into her bedroom as if she were nothing but a sack of potatoes, and then bloomed to full flower as he threw her rudely onto the bed. What Jessica was discovering was rough sex. It was something she had heard of but never before experienced. The emotion coursing through her veins at this moment told her that she liked it rough! In point of fact, she was still simmering from the multiple orgasms that ...