Abby and the ceo - S01 E55

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E55

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

Joe. Most of the time you were gone... ravaged me. Three orgasms, think. Who can count under those circumstances." She reached across the narrow separation between our chairs and rolled one of my nipples. "Can I keep her, Joe? Locked in the bedroom with me? Can I, huh, can 17"

Mr. C smiled at his wife and winked at me. "Once again, dear, no. I need her at the office, too."

She crossed her arms under her breasts and pulled up as if upset but kept her legs open. "Oh, pooh." Her face reflected how much trouble she was having keeping from smiling. "You just want her mouth, pussy, and ass near that cock of yours."

He stepped between our chairs and sat on the edge of hers, putting a hand on each of our bare thighs. He winked at me. These two were so playful. I loved being included. "Of course I do, dear. Just like you want her near your pussy." Mrs. C couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed as he slipped his fingers up to our pussies. I open my legs eagerly, of course. "Speaking of which"I thought, speaking of which? "Have you talked to her?" Talked to me about what?

Mrs. C glanced at me before responding, "No, of course not, we agreed to do that together."

"What's going on you two?" He told me to be patient and assured me it was good. We had reservations for dinner.

I had just showered and drying my hair in the foggy bathroom of the guest suite when I heard a knock at the door which was partially open. I'm usually naked around them, anyway. Why close the door? I called out and Mr. C appeared at the open bathroom door. He handed me a small package and told me it was to be worn for dinner. He left and I continued with my hair.

"It looks like a remote, Joe. You're giving me a remote?"

"For the vibrating egg I just gave Abby," he replied with a devious twinkle in his eyes. "But don't show it or use it until she agrees." She reacted with the same devious twinkle

Dinner was great. Of course, it was. He usually takes us to some of the best restaurants in the city. He shared, laughing, how his golf partners didn't want to leave the club because they were hoping 'that woman' might show up again. Mrs. C looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. I smiled.

The waiter, again, showed up and stood off my left shoulder. He was doing that a lot and there was no mystery to any of us as to why. My attire was the result of urging from the two of them. My black mini-skirt was tight and short enough that the lace of my dark thigh high stocks was just visible as sat. The white sleeveless blouse was loose and just sheer enough to hirit at anything underneath which happened to be my nipples as I was not wearing a bra by their strong urging. The loose fit of the blouse assured that my large breasts had freedom to move on their own and was Increased by the gapping resulting from leaving the buttons undone to the point below my nipples. Standing at my left shoulder allowed the best downblouse view due to the way women's blouses button. I could only pretend I wasn't giving him (and others) a display of my breasts.

We each bypassed dessert and opted for an after dinner brandy. After the waiter retreated with our order, Mrs. C exclaimed it was time and she couldn't wait any longer. I was confused, then remembered the earlier comment about saying something to me. Mr. C reached into his jacket and extracted folded sheets of paper. Sitting at a table for four with Mrs. C and I on either side of him, he placed the folded sheets on the table with his hand on it, moved it to me, and kept his hand on top of it saying it was the result of deliberate consideration and hopeful intention.

Even more confused, I took the sheets and unfolded them but held them close as our drinks arrived. It was two pages. It was written formally. The first line was really a heading in bold: Proposed modification of the Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Joseph Cornell, CEO of Alliance Corporation. I looked up to find he and Mrs. C holding hands and watching expectantly. I pressed on by first scanning the top page.

"I don't understand," I mused almost to myself, "there are only minor modifications here about my time spent in the office and accountability of my duties. It suggests that am only accountable to you, sir. I thought I already was." He just nodded and waited. Although that expectation was certainly true, my employment agreement was still set around the normal office hours which was a part of all such agreements. I saw nothing affecting salary or benefits. He nodded to the document. Okay... two pages. I turned to the second page..

Again, a bold heading for the first line: Proposed PERSONAL &

PRIVATE Personal Assistant agreement between Abby Thomas and Samantha Cornell. I looked up at her and found a look of intense anticipation. I looked over at him. They both waited. I again scanned the document... maybe more than scanned this time. It briefly and loosely suggested an arrangement quite similar to mine with Mr. C but with Mrs. C to assist her in organizing, scheduling and coordinating her increasing community activities and assisting her in the performance of the duties of those roles. Very similar to what I was doing for Mr. C, basically anything he wanted me to do from filing and word processing to assistance in management, sales and negotiations. How would I possibly manage doing this for both of the them? Though loosely structured, there was much more. There was a substantial additional salary separate from Alliance. There was an offer of a work desk in the large office they shared in their home. In their home? Then, a few lines further.... the offer of a bedroom suite across the hall from their own master bedroom... the suite I used when I spent weekends filled with play and sex. I looked up, again. They wanted me to live with them? Still, they waited. The offer of a new car for my personal use as well as for my duties. Blah, blah, blah. More words but of little impact basically assuring of my freedom to live a life.