Doug was happy in his role as the bank manager. Especially since the recent death of his wife. Between the clients and coworkers, it kept his mind occupied. But recently, he had started fantasizing about the sexual possibilities with those clients and coworkers.
What is wrong with me. I look at the tits on that customer. The ass of my assistant. And the thoughts going through my mind. I’ve got get a grip!
What is wrong with me. I look at the tits on that customer. The ass of my assistant. And the thoughts going through my mind. I’ve got get a grip!
