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Chapter 22 by Impregmaniac Impregmaniac

What did I do after that?

Returned to the Gottlieb's.

"Mr. McKay!" Mrs. Gottlieb said excitedly, upon seeing my being escorted into their Home, standing up from her book. Taking my hands, she shook them powerfully and kissed both my cheeks. "How are you sir? My husband and I had been so worried about you."

"How are you, Mrs. Gottlieb?" I responded, "I am... well enough, shall we say?"

"Of course, of course, of course! I'm sure that Madsin takes quite a bit of getting used to," she replied with a laugh. Denying me a chance to protest, she took my arm and pulled me towards the hall. "Come, come. Morris will be delighted to see you out and about!" We arrived at his study within moments, and she opened it up without knocking, crying out, "Morris! Mr. McKay has come to call!"

And though One can attempt to prepare or anticipate for things, it is not quite the same when faced with Reality. Both together, Mr. Gottlieb and Ms. Beatrice's heads turned towards the door, as he humped her on his Desk. Her Skirt had hidden their groins, but seeing that his Trousers were round his ankles, it left nothing suspect. "Ah! Mr. McKay! I see you've received my Note. Good to see you again," he said, without breaking his rhythm.

My face grim, I nodded and replied stiffly, "I did. Thank you for your concern." I cleared my throat and swallowed with difficulty, as the sound of thumping and soft groaning continued. "Well, I see that you're... occupied. Perhaps I should return in a few minutes."

That seemed to stop him in his tracks. He seemed to be in thought, when Ms. Beatrice chimed in, saying, "I'm afraid Mr. McKay, that Mr. Gottlieb's schedule is quite full today. I think that if you were to come in tomorrow morning, he could be able to spare an hour for you."

"Ah well, so be it. Tomorrow morning then," I said, forcing a smile as her face twisted into an almost silent moan, as Mr. Gottlieb started moving again. Taking our leave without another word, I closed the Door, turned to Mrs. Gottlieb, and asked her very plainly, "At risk of sounding rude, but does she do anything other than Secretarial duties and sleeping with your husband?"

Mrs. Gottlieb merely chuckled and took my arm once more, the sound of Carnality growing softer as we walked. "Come back to the drawing room with me, Mr. Mckay, and I shall tell you the Secret that only Women know."

The Secret to What, exactly?

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