Jill My Sexy Lactating Secretary

The perks of being the boss are everybody listens to you. The fun part about being a boss is all the secretaries who suck at their jobs offer their bodies for trade. Not a bad place to be in. Over the years, I have had sex with several of my secretarial staff. The funny thing is, they all know that so and so is banging the boss. All the little nymphs are in competition to woo the boss to like them.

I’ve had my share of little sluts. I’ve had the kind of secretaries that wear very revealing clothes and like to be bent over my desk and fucked like a whore. I’ve had the nerdy type who like to be under my desk sucking my cock through business meetings. I’ve also had the kind who like to be wined and dined and treated like a mistress.

But, my latest conquest is Jill. Jill came to the office as a temporary employee. I liked her immediately and gave her a job. The thing about Jill is, she’s seven months pregnant. She’s a fire-cracker too. Her body is amazingly hot. She’s about 5”7” and before being pregnant was probably around one hundred and twenty pounds. Now that she’s pregnant, she has that curvy look and weighs maybe one hundred and fifty pounds or thereabouts.

Young Wife from India Ch. 01

During the IT boom of the late eighties and early nineties, most mid-to-large companies in the US out-sourced their IT work to India based technology firms. As a Senior Account Manager for one such firm, I was responsible for identifying, selling and staffing projects at the American companies.

A project in early spring one year brought me to a quiet, modestly populated midwestern city. I had identified a smart guy in my parent company in India to execute the project and was waiting for him to join me. I had known him from my visits to our HQ. He was young, fresh out of college, nerdy, smart and hardworking. I was glad to have him and hoped he would be the first of many I would need to build a good team.

When all the documentation and formalities were completed, I was surprised to learn that he was going to have his newly married wife and mother-in-law in tow!

He was as green as they come. I had seen and worked with a lot of guys in the same position and had brought them up to speed in different parts of the US, wherever my projects took me, and Prakash was no different. This was his first visit to the US. I took him under my wings and showed him the ropes. For instance, he had not driven a car in his life so it fell upon me to drive him around initially. He had a long way to go in terms of his taste in work clothes and I helped him fix his wardrobe. As expected, he hit the ground running as far as work was concerned and I had no concerns from this quarter.

Deepa Submits

Friends, my name is Deepa, I live in a town in Bihar, and my age is 42 years. My complexion is wheatish more towards blackish. My body as my friends and admirers call me voluptuous. Let me tell my friends about my figure, I am 5 feet 3 inches weight 80 KG. My ass is 54 inches and breasts 44 inches DD Cup. I have only one son who is 14 years now. My ass is protruding backwards and my breasts are very heavy with big black areolas.

My husband's business is wholesale goods, in this connection; he often stays out of the town. There is no one else in our family. My In Laws have expired. My husband has taken his business forward without any support from family and relatives. He has earned a lot of money. We have also built home, and were living a happy and prosperous life. In the meantime, my husband did some new business and he met a Dilbag ji. It has been 10 years working with Dilbag ji. My husband who used to do other business earlier stopped all started working with Dilbag ji only. Now he used to bring and sell only his goods.

Day by day, our business started picking a new height and we forgot the value of money. We spent a lot of money that was earned from business. I did not always ask about what he is doing, he must have been doing well, in these ten years, Dilbag ji came to our house many times, after seeing me, he always passes some comments that had double meanings. I always to through away the sexual comments from him by only smiling or ignoring him. He never skipped any opportunity to show his sexual desperation towards me. I did tell my husband many times that Dilbag ji is not a good man, but he did not take it seriously and said he is a dirty minded man, avoid him as far as possible.

My Reluctant Lactating Wife on a Hunting Trip

My coworkers fuck my lactating wife and cuckold me in a cabin in the woods on a hunting trip.

My wife, Eva, and I are now in our fifties, and we don’t have a very active sex life anymore, especially since Eva went through menopause several years ago. However, I do have wonderful memories of our sexual experiences from when we were younger.

This story is about an event that took place on a hunting trip, and it changed our sex lives forever. I was thirty years old at the time and Eva had just turned twenty-seven. She was still breastfeeding our third child, who was born just four months prior to the time this event took place.

When we were younger, Eva and I had a pretty normal sex life, except for my having a smaller-than-average cock, and it had become routine for me to bring her to orgasm orally after I had cum in her. I just couldn’t seem to get her off with my small prick, and one night after I had ejaculated in her, she was far from being satisfied, and pushed my head down to her pussy to finish the job.

That was a first for us, and although I wasn’t that anxious to eat the creampie that I had created, I did as she wanted and had my first taste of cum, even though I had not ejaculated that much. Eva had an intense orgasm from me sucking my cum from her pussy, and my cunt-sucking became routine for us. I also enjoyed sucking Eva’s lovely DD-cup breasts while we were making love, and because she was breastfeeding our third child, I was also enjoying her sweet mother’s-milk.

Hubby Surrenders His Lactating, Young White Wife to His Black Boss for a Promotion - 1

I use the power of my position as a black business owner to seduce the white wives of employees.

The stresses of leadership can sometimes be a strain, but few would argue against the reality that being the top dog is better than being in any lower position. My name is Ken, and I am the African-American owner of a manufacturing company that I founded twenty years ago in Allentown, Pennsylvania, just five years after obtaining my master’s degree in mechanical engineering. Because of the research for my master’s thesis, I patented a manufacturing process that has allowed me to build a very lucrative business.

I was fifty years old at the time of this story and had only been married for ten years. The long hours and hard work spent establishing my company didn’t give me much time for a social life or family, and I eventually married, Janice, my white administrative assistant. She was married, but we developed a strong relationship from all the time we spent together at work, and I had been fucking her since shortly after she was hired.

Her husband began to suspect that I was fucking her, and we brought our relationship out into the open. Janice and her husband had an amicable divorce, largely because I gave her husband a high paying sales job with my company which keeps him on the road most of the time. That helped him to overcome the humiliation of losing his wife to the black boss.

Lactating MILF Impregnated by Her Coworkers

I go on a week-long work assignment with two coworkers, and they suck my lactating tits and fuck me.

For as long as I can remember I have been unconventional. My name is Jackie, and even as a little girl I always dressed and sometimes behaved the way boys do. I liked the more-masculine things like sports, computers and cars. I usually wore jeans and baseball caps, and my two older brothers always included me in their activities, at least when we were younger.
Growing up, people always said that I was a very cute girl, with my dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. But it wasn’t until I turned sixteen years old, during the summer before my junior year of high school, that I really matured. I'm petite at five feet and four inches tall and weighed only one hundred and ten pounds at that time. My girlfriends teased me and said that half of my weight was in my breasts and ass. I had 34DD-cup, melon tits that looked huge on my little body, and my ass was full and shapely, as it still is.
It felt strange when boys that I had grown up with, and who always treated me like one of the guys, suddenly started paying a new kind of attention to me. I have an outgoing, flirty personality and exhibit a kind of self-assurance and naughtiness that they found attractive. A lot of people told me I looked and acted a lot like the frank and brash comedienne and actress Chelsea Handler, especially when we were out drinking.

Boss Seduces the Voluptuous Wife of a Clueless Husband

My name is Thomas, but people call me Tom, and I am the owner of a medium-sized, high-tech company located in the Raleigh-Durham area, in The Research Triangle of North Carolina. I was forty-two years old at the time of this story and happily married, to my wife, Megan, but I also became sexually attracted to Jennifer, my marketing director, who was thirty at the time.
Jennifer, who everyone call Jen, is a lusciously sexy and beautiful woman who I think looks a lot like the sultry, Italian actress, Monica Bellucci, who you may remember as Dr. Lena from the movie, ‘Tears of the Sun’, and many other movies. She’s five feet and seven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five pounds before her pregnancy. She has shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, a smooth, light-olive complexion, and thick, lush lips. She also has what I guessed to be full and round 34D breasts and a gorgeous, full, and well-shaped ass, reminding me a lot of Kim Kardashian’s ass.
I hired Jen four years earlier, mostly because of her educational background, but also because of the great experience she had with one of my competitors, even for being so young. I was also attracted, innocently at the time, to her beauty and bubbly personality. From the time I started my company I have always been protective of my employees and have strict human resources policies against allowing any of them, and especially the women, to be harassed sexually. I knew that I couldn’t forbid all flirting, but I drew the line if any of the women felt uncomfortable and or pressured by any of the men.

Licking Zara's Breast Milk

A breast cast is made when a woman allows fresh plaster to be spread across her chest, and when it hardens over a period of time, it creates a perfect mold of her feminine features.

It's pure art where mother nature is the true star.

This process has been used by women with breast cancer for either their personal memories or public displays. The end result is a sculpted creation of their breasts that exists for as long as the cast remains.

Zara Ebadi was inspired by those powerful stories; she was being told about this by a fellow teacher during the making of a private portrait. Instead of dressing up, Zara wore the same buttoned top and jean pants she usually wore to work. A teacher's outfit if there ever was one.

She remained motionless while they talked. Her dark hair was carefully splayed over her shoulder, her mocha skin was shining from the light outside through the window, and her face pointed towards the wall.

Young Lactating Wife is Impregnated by Hubby's Bosses on New Year's Eve

Kevin’s Story

It’s hard to deny that wealthy and powerful men get their way in this world, and I found that out the hard way from my bosses on New Year’s Eve. But before I get to that, I need to explain how my wife, Olivia, and I ended up in that situation. Then, she will fill you in on what happened to her.

My name is Kevin, and after earning my bachelor’s degree in marketing, with an emphasis on advertising, I ended up with and entry level job at a medium-sized marketing and advertising firm in the Research Triangle area of Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I was born and raised in New Jersey and picked The Triangle area since I thought it would be a less hectic way of life in the South.

I rented an apartment and quickly got settled in the area, before joining an evangelical church. I have to admit to not being very religious, but I thought that would be a good place to meet a pretty Southern girl. On my second week there I went to a young-adult party at the church. That’s where I met Olivia, the woman of my dreams.

Milk is Life Ch. 02

Sydney looked into the mirror, posing in different angles, observing the possible growth of her breasts. It had been almost two months since she found another soul in the loneliness of the Texas prairie. She felt she had been alone for life, but then she was surprised by the intrusion of Alonso.

He came into her life almost at random, finding an oasis of sexual pleasure that she had not had in a long time, found a possible lover, a survival partner. Her breasts were heavier than they were before his arrival, her nipples thicker, and darker. Perhaps it was that Alonso had firmly planted his seed in her and she was now carrying his child, or perhaps her breasts were adapting to the constant sucking of Alonso's mouth; adjusting and growing due to heavier milk production. The growth from his nursing was obvious as it was a stronger demand meant higher production, but maybe, just maybe it was all of those factors.

Sydney never imagined she'd be with a partner again, much less pregnant, but regardless, she felt sexy and confident. She didn't bother putting on a bra as she grabbed the closest flannel shirt. She was already in jeans and boots and was headed outside to meet Alonso, whom was finishing adjusting a few of their tomato crops. She only bothered to finish buttoning to the center of her shirt, displaying a healthy amount of cleavage.

Alonso was wiping away the last of the beads of light sweat from his forehead. Luckily, the weather was pleasant; a sunny and breezy 75-degree Spring day. The tomatoes had been properly readjusted for proper soil and he was lightly famished.

Redneck Boss Fucks Young Employee's Wife

I knew when I went to college to obtain my civil engineering degree, that the construction industry had its ups and downs with the economy. But, even as a young boy I had a strong desire to work in an occupation involving earth moving of almost any type, including road building and construction site preparation. When I graduated from college in Mobile, Alabama, I was fortunate to find a job with a civil engineering consulting firm in my hometown near Montgomery.

My name is Justin, and with my new, well-paying job and prospects for a bright future, I married my high school sweetheart Denise, who most people call Denny, and we bought a nice, but highly-mortgaged home in the Montgomery suburbs. Denny didn’t have the aptitude for a four-year university, so she went to a community college and was working as a bookkeeper at the time. I know that a lot of the guys met girls in college that they married, but Denny was the love of my life, and we stayed in touch, and dated when we could, while I was away at school. We didn’t make a pact to not see other people, but I never dated other girls. And as far as I knew she wasn’t dating other boys. I tried to make the two-and-a-half-hour drive home at least twice a month to see her, and I knew that she was happy to see me because her pussy was usually so wet and juicy when I surprised her like that.

We had known one another since grade school, but didn’t start dating until we were sixteen years old and juniors in high school. We were both virgins when we started dating, and Denny quickly developed a voracious appetite for sex. I’m not that well-hung, at only four and a half inches long and thin, but we did every kind of oral and genital sex that we could think of. I especially loved sucking on her hairy and thick labia, and tasting her sweet juices. She was heavily breasted for her age, and her 32D tits looked huge on her petite, five feet and four-inch-tall and one hundred and ten-pound frame. From what my friends told me, their girlfriends weren’t anywhere near as interested in sex.

Boss Exploiting Wife Secretly

I Firoz Bharmal, I am 26 years old. I’m working in Finance Company which deals with heavy commercial vehicles loans; this job pays me well enough to run my family comfortably. My office hours are morning 10 to 6 PM, on few days of the month ending I get late till 10 PM too. I’m married since 2 years now, my wife name is Nisreen Bharmal, aged 24 now, flawless beauty, she is taller than average 5’ 7”, has an average fitted body, very fair complexion, and spotless body.

She has thick legs, especially curved thighs, slim waist and perfect ass. Lips are pink, eyes are dark and big. She has 32 sized boobs, spongy. The best feature is her looks, being married too; she still looks like a virgin. No one can say she’s married. She has a teenager like features. Sex was good between us and we wanted family planning for us so that I could enjoy her more and more until we bring a child. But a year later family started to pressurize and finally I had to give up.

We stopped precautions and she was pregnant immediately. After 9 months she delivered twins, a baby boy, and a baby girl. I was concerned about her figure as didn’t want her to turn chubby. My father in law was an Ayurvedic doctor, so my mother in law fed my wife with a few herbal medicines and she was back in shape in 1 week itself. Now she looked even better and attractive. Two kids were enough for me to bring up, so I decided for a permanent solution. This way, in future, I wouldn’t require condoms at all and I could fuck her bare all the time.

Spying on the Wife

This is a story about my wife and her good friend Debbie. Alice and Debbie have been friends for about five years now and Alice has helped Debbie through two divorces and a rocky relationship with her current fella.

I have always thought that Alice may well have feelings of a sexual nature for other women and when I discovered her secret relationship with Debbie it was like discovering a new woman.

Alice is 5'4" with short brown hair, very beautiful and a size 10. Her breasts are not that big but her nipples are very sensitive and give her great pleasure with touched or kissed. Debbie on the other hand is similar to look at but has longer hair and larger breasts, whenever I see Debbie I do enjoy admiring her full breasts and although not flirty she does seem to make the most of them.

The thought had crossed my mind about their feeling towards each other on a few private moments I had, mainly when wanking I wondered about the girls and fantasies about fucking them both together. I could honestly imaging them naked and kissing and caressing one another, but recently my suspicions grew stronger when on Alice's last birthday Debbie brought her a sexy camisole bra and pants set and my mind was made up. If they weren't already lovers then Debbie certainly was showing all the right signs of wanting them to be.

What I needed was a plan to set up the perfect evening for them to be alone, relaxed and to have the time to fulfill both of their desires. It didn't take much sorting really, I farmed the kids off to stay with the grandparents and booked a table for me and Alice for a night out, unfortunately I had to go away on business and not wanting Alice to be too disappointed I rang Debbie and asked if she'd be a stand in for me before I told Alice about having to go away for the night, I asked Debbie to stop over to appease Alice's fears of nights alone without me.

Indian Swaps with White Boss

Raj and Deepa had been married for 5 years. Raj worked in a large MNC and made a comfortable living. Raj was 32 years of age and was 5'10" tall. Deepa was 27 and could be called a knockout. She was just average Indian height at 5'2". But, she had a beautiful figure measuring 34-27-33 and a classically beautiful face with a lovely olive complexion that was fairer than most Indians.

Deepa was a virgin when they got married. Raj on the other hand had a long running affair with an aunty who lived in the colony where he grew up. This aunty had been widowed at a fairly young age and she seduced Raj when he was 19 years old. Raj had broken it off when he decided to marry Deepa. So, it is fair to say he had been well trained in pleasing a woman in bed.

Deepa was very shy by nature, but to please Raj she would let him indulge in his sexual fantasies, which until recently had been fairly mild. However, eight months ago Raj revealed his deepest fantasy which involved swapping with another couple. Initially, Deepa was shocked and she wanted to hear no more about it. But, Raj kept insisting. He rented a few XXX movies with the swapping theme. Deepa slowly started wondering what it would feel like to take a penis other than her husband's into her body. She soon realized that her curiosity was piqued. She told Raj that she did not want to do it with any of their friends and was too afraid to do it with total strangers. As a result, nothing was done about it for months. A month ago a manager from Raj's American Head Office came with his wife to Raj's branch for a six week assignment.

The Reluctant Lesbian 2

The Reluctant Lesbian


The rain relentlessly pounds on Sheila's bedroom window in a soothing beat that gently wakes Jackie from her deep slumbers. She uncoils from the fetal position she was rolled up in feeling completely sated and contented from head to toe to the very depths of her soul. For the first time in weeks there is no ache what so ever in her breasts. Just a warm pleasant tingly feeling that makes her sigh with relief. She feels another slight warm glow emitting from her well satisfied womb.
Erotic memories of the night before slowly come back to her as she stretches and luxuriates in the full body tingles only a woman can feel after being completely satisfied in every way. Disappointedly, Jackie realizes she is alone in the bed. Her two lovers have left her like the pleasant dreams of the night before, fading from her memory as if they had never been.
Jackie stretches again and light headedly sits up in the bed to look at the rain out the window. "Holy Shit, I slept through the night," She says as she begins to softly rub and message her nude breasts, enjoying the sensations that her hands are producing. She loses herself in her self message until she feels rays of sun light caress her breast through the window and she can no longer hear the rain. An hour at least has passed while she rubs her breasts in a trance like state.
Jackie has never felt so euphoric in her life. She feels like a goddess stepping down from heaven as her feet lightly hit the floor. Nude, she floats over to her freshly washed sweat shirt and pants folded on a nearby chair and sees the note Sheila has left for her pinned to her shirt.

My Asian Wife

Part 1 : Her first encounter with her ex-boyfriend
My buddy, Nhan and I finished a round of tennis at the local community centre and decided that we would have a few drinks at my place. We arrived home and to my wife' surprise I had a guest with me on a weeknight. My wife's name is Lin and she knew Nhan from years ago when they used to date briefly during their early years of high school - 20 plus years ago. We sat down on our large sofa and the three of us started to drink and chat. 

I was in my mid 40 whereas she was in her early 40s. We were happily married and we were both Asian and like most typical Asian, we were thin and small. I was 5-foot 8 and weighted about 140 lbs with a fit body as I do workout in a gym regularly. She was just a bit over 5 feet tall and weighted no more than 110 lbs. Lin was able to keep most of the baby weight off after having children and still maintained an awesome mid-aged figure of 36D-26-34.

Nhan was also Asian but a little bit shorter than I likely around 5-foot 5 but he was extremely fit and muscular. He was also married but don't have any children.

Both Nhan and I can drink but as for my wife, one is all she needed to feel the impact. It must have been about an hour into our drinking that I decided after 3 beers, I have had enough and should head to bed. My wife was still trying to finish her first so Nhan decided to keep her company while I headed upstairs to get ready for bed.

Just before I went to bed, I wanted to say good night and as I was on my way downstairs, I heard some giggling and decided that I should quietly take a peak to see what was going on. To my surprise, Nhan was now sitting next to my wife whispering something in her right ear. What ever he said, she gave him a smile and not a second later, he had his right hand on her thigh slightly massaging it. Not sure if it was the alcohol or that they were catching up on where they left off 20 plus years ago but regardless, it looked like it was going to be an interesting night.

In Debt

We had been married about two years and things were going great when he lost his job. I was working, but only a mundane shop job that paid peanuts. We had just about enough money to eat. There was no way I could stretch my income to pay the bills that dropped through the letter box with frightening regularity.

Perhaps I should give you a bit of background. Andrew was my first boyfriend. We met while I was still at school and it soon developed into a wonderful relationship. We loved each other so much and we got married after a few years. I was just eighteen and so naïve, but he soon taught me the way to be a good wife. He had previous girlfriends and some of them were quite wild, if all the things he wanted me to do were anything to go by. I didn't mind that he had previous experience, as one of us needed to have some knowledge didn't we? 

My sex education was nothing more than we were taught in class at school and a little playground tittle-tattle, girly gossip. I, of course, knew what I needed to do and I quite looked forward to married life.

Following the loss of his job he tried to find work. Day after day he sat at the computer following every lead, going for interviews several times a week. He had protected the mortgage by insurance so that wasn't a problem, and from our savings we could last a few more months, but money was getting tighter every day. 

I economised on food and stopped buying any kind of extras; not a drop of wine passed my lips for weeks. He lost his car it was part of his salary, so we only had my old banger, it needed some repairs to make it suitable as the family car. 

Amy in Africa

Amy thought it was the most wonderful opportunity she'd ever had. Her faculty advisor had chosen her to accompany him on his sabbatical. He was taking a year to study an obscure tribe in the Central African Republic. The opportunity had taken her a bit by surprise because she was certainly not her advisor's favourite, nor was she anywhere near the top of her class. But when he offered her the chance, the budding social anthropologist jumped on it. 

She was fully aware that it would cost her an extra year of study, but it would be the ideal opportunity to do extended research for her PhD. It might also set her up for a coveted faculty position at some point. None of her classmates would be able to post such a study on their resumes. 

The trip was to be quite arduous and the tribe's location both remote and rugged. This was not to be a luxury holiday retreat. They would be sleeping in small huts, living off the land as the natives lived. Amy had been told to travel light, but thought it was ridiculous that she had only been allowed one small backpack, which left her room for only one change of clothes. 

Doctor Doyle had told her not to worry. They would be able to obtain local clothing at the village. Of course, it was probably best to dress like the locals, allowing them to blend in while they conducted their study. Yes. Living with the tribe, eating what they ate, even dressing like they dressed. It was all so exciting. 

The trip was exhausting. After what seemed like an endless flight, they transferred to cars, then four wheel drive Jeeps. The last two days were completed on foot. Amy looked down at herself in disgust. Her clothes were filthy and torn, and she could hardly stand the smell of herself. Her only hope was that there would be somewhere to bathe and she could get some fresh local clothing when they got there. 

The Judy Chronicles

I've decided to write about my life for the thrill of knowing that some guy will be jacking off when reading of things I done, things I have kept secret from my husbands. Thousands of you will know of many lovers while my husbands never have a clue. I've had lots of husbands. Four husbands of my own and dozens and dozens of someone Else's husbands.

My friends and family call me Judy. I was born in June of 1966. I say that the 6/66 represents the Devil in me that I think my date of birth must have planted in me. 

My Dad was thrilled to finally get a girl after three boys. I later had a younger brother and baby sister. As I got older Mom made me their caretaker whether is was change a diaper, make the beds, clean the house, cook them meals, or do the laundry. It got so that I would get up early on any day there wasn't school and go hide out in the woods. In the summer I was just plain hard to find until the chores had been done.

There were plenty of woods and plenty of places to play and hide where I grew up in Western North Carolina. We lived within a few miles of Virginia and Tennessee. Dad had us live in all three as he tried to keep up with a job. Finally Dad got a steady job in Wilkes County where he saved up a little money and had a cousin of Mom's build us a little house.

As I got older my brother and sister weren't so much trouble even though Mom would try to send them along with me to get them out of the house. On one hot day in early June after I ditched them I thought I'd slip back to the house to get a cool drink. What I got instead was a view of Mom bent over the back porch with her dress up over her back. Some man that was not Dad was behind her pumping his cock in her pussy while Mom groaned and shouted, "Fuck me with that thing!"

The Business Trip

I had been running around like a headless chicken, trying to ensure I had all the bits I needed for the convention at the spa resort where I hoped to get a promotion at work from the information I would glean at the convention. Anne my wife was coming along for the trip and I was getting stressed out as I tried to ensure we arrived on time.

Somehow, god knows how but we arrived early and we settled into our room, well more like a suite with two double beds, lounge, en-suite and a Jacuzzi. I decided to make use of the Jacuzzi and slid in beside my wife and before long I had her bouncing around on my cock as we made love in the bubbles.

We went down in time for dinner and I introduced Anne to some of the others I knew. There was one guy called Frank, we called him 'frank the wank' as it was common knowledge he had a large cock which we all nicknamed the 'pussy pleaser'. As well as that, he always ended up screwing someone at these conventions. I was even less happy when I discovered he was in the adjoining room to ours, so I told Anne to keep clear, telling her he would only be interested in getting her out of her panties. She laughed and made some comment about him not being that bad.

As the night went on Anne ended up at the bar chatting to this Frank, as I tried to keep an eye on her, and talk business with the others. Eventually our discussion ended and the guys drifted off to their respective rooms. By now Frank and Anne were sitting in a booth together, I bought a drink and moved over to sit beside Anne. The three of us chatted and soon the conversation turned to the point that Frank's comments were becoming inappropriate, telling her she had a lovely figure and that she was a sexy lady.