“Ken, what are you doing up there?” she yelled, his own voice carrying an edge of exasperation she’d perfected over years of parenting him.

“Nothing!” he called back, too quick,Dating too guilty. He screamed in Linda’s voice, his body shaking, his abs and thighs trembling with the force as he milked her dry. It was tempting, the way they gleamed, but too flashy for the office–he wanted bold, not dazzling. “You’ve got no idea how much work it takes,” she said, but her touch lingered, her thumbs brushing the edges of his abs.