Wife gets Doggystyle The office meeting started crisply at 10:30 am and by then nearly all the staff in the office had filed in to take their seats. The room was nearly full.
Nearly everyone was there, but you….
You strolled in as if you didn’t have a care on your mind and by your swagger, it was evident to those already seated, being a few minutes late wasn’t a concern. Taking your seat just opposite of me, you Wife gets Doggystyle casually swiveled the cushioned chair around, eased your short-skirt covered ass into the chair, flopped your notepad onto the table as if it didn’t belong and took one finger against your cheek. So…my secretary had made the meeting after all!
It was clear something had you on edge; was it the unprocessed reports piling up on your desk, or maybe it was the fact you had recently been moved to share your office space, much to your Wife gets Doggystyle displeasure? But whatever it was, when your eyes finally met mine across the large expanse of the formal meeting table, as your department boss I immediately knew what it was….and smiled to myself.
The corporate Manager of the company began, and just as quickly as he dived into the issues of the agenda, you leaned back and rolled your eyes. Others seated across from you could tell something was amiss, however, while Manger’s diatribe continued. In a diverting fashion, you leaned forward, put your elbow on the desk, and lightly flicked your tongue across the tip of your finger…apparently interested in diverting my attention!
Wife gets Doggystyle Some of the office staff pretended not to notice and others weren’t sure what you were up to and really didn’t care, but me? Ohhh….I only knew too well! Yes….I could see my secretary was quite distracted by other thoughts, more pressing matters as I had been out on assignment. Clearly my absence during the last week had left you….wanting. The not-so-subtle message was quite clear!
