Friday Afternoon Delights
Friday Afternoon Delights It was Friday again, 4pm, and Phillip’s last appointment for the week. She’ll be here any minute, he thought. He wondered if she’d bring Bobby, or maybe somebody new. Last few times she brought Bobby. Phillip rolled his eyes thinking about it. No way that kid shaves more than once a week. No way. What the hell was she thinking? Maybe Bobby was a good fuck – malleable anyway, with potential, someone with the stamina to at least try and get it right. Hell, maybe he was the man (well, boy) of her dreams. Phillip smiled to himself. Fifty-fifty she shows up at all, much less with Bobby. It was quiet in his office. Nearly everyone in the building was gone. Ten minutes passed and, more disappointed than mad, he began clearing …