The Blonde (Part 2)

“Oh, Phillip! You’re here. Yes, I’m fine. Just a tiring weekend but I’m all perked up after the coffee!” she replied a little too chattily.

“Sure,” Phillip thought wickedly, glad that he wore the suit that had a jacket that covered his crotch.

His hard on wasn’t going away. Not after she turned around and he saw the outline of her hardened nipples the tight dress she was wearing. Monica May didn’t realize that her blazer was still unbuttoned and she looked like she was in a wet t-shirt competition with her teats jutting out of the stretchy fabric.

“The others are on their way and it seems they were caught in this giant mess on the highway. It’ll take them another 20 minutes to arrive. Can we go through some of the figures in the office while waiting for them?”

Phillip was trying to make his voice sound as official as he could. It was hard to think when his cock was swelling inside his boxers.

“Sure, let me just clean up,” Monica May replied.

Phillip went