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The Boss’s Wife: Chapter Two
After the events of last night, I didn’t want to look Tammy in the eyes. I couldn’t believe how many times I masturbated to her videos. I think she would see my need to see more of her if she looked into my eyes. The moment I woke up I gathered my clothes and called a taxi.
I didn’t wait for the taxi to get to the gate. I met the driver halfway down the street. I paid him in advance if he took the fastest route. Once I got back to my apartment, I fell back onto my bed.
“Damn,” I said as I paused the video on my phone. Tammy was on all fours on the floor of her dance room. Her big tits hung low, nearly touching the floor. Her ass was high in the air, and she was seductively looking at the screen.
Instantly my hand started reaching for my hardening dick. Just as my hand wrapped around it, my phone scared me as it began to ring. It was Tammy.
“Fuck!” I said aloud. I didn’t want her to think I was ignoring her, so I answered.
“Hello,” I said, trying to sound as calm as I could.
“You left already?” she asked.
“Yeah. I didn’t want to be around when Jack woke up,” I smiled.
“I understand,” she said, but I could tell there was something else on her mind.
