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Ray Parker opened the door to his small office and turned on the lights with a flick of the nearby light switch. All was neat and orderly, no sign of the rutting debauchery that had occurred when he was last in here. The newly forty-year-old executive gave a light sigh of relief as he stepped to his desk chair, briefcase in hand. He was glad all seemed normal upon his entering his company today, it would make it all that much easier to put the wicked infidelity of the previous business day behind him.

The company head placed his briefcase flat on his desk to open it, then thought better of it, and pushed the attache off to a far corner.

Ray started up his desktop computer and proceeded to head to his e-mails. He realized his wife's missive was still there, and the company president decided he had better discard the erotic material that had started him down the cheating road. He only wished he could eliminate any repercussions from yesterday's dalliances as easily.

Before Ray headed to the solitary folder hastily assembled as 'Work Stuff', he noticed some new mail in the Intra-office Memos folder. He clicked on the folder to display it's contents.

Ray Parker's hand went to his forehead, rubbing his temples with his kneading fingers as he continued to scan the sender and title lists of the previous day's company emails. He lifted an elbow to his desk top to help his kneading hand alleviate the heavy weight of the information his mind was absorbing.

'Why did I ever start this?' Ray thought to himself as he realized that each of his playmates of the day before decided it was alright to continue to play with their horny boss.

His forehead became slick with perspiration as he read how 'Donut Dolly' wanted him to add some creamy filling to her holes...How 'Back Alley Sally' would get on her knees in her business suit behind the dumpsters and give him head...'Copygrrl' had simply e-mailed photos of her naked pussy, taken from the seat behind her desk, and her naked boobs, taken from a womens' room toilet stall...Finally, was 'Girl Friday'. Hers was more heartfelt, thanking him for awakening her to the new desires their desk top anal sex had uncovered, especially after sex with her husband had been near-non-existant since the baby. Ray sensed, reading between the lines, she wanted to continue it.

Ray drew his eyes away from the monitor and stared off into space, taking his fingers from the keyboard and strummming them on the formica desktop. His cock had grown in his slacks taking in all this, and part of him wanted to pursue each and every one of these wanton liasons, though his heart, and the events of the last twelve hours with Marlene told him he really needed to squelch this before it brought a halt to his marriage.