Gozinya2 had shown up on my office phone caller ID. That’s my wife, Tongay. She had been fascinated by my name - Rod Gozinya – even before we went on our first date, and she thought her first name – Tongay – went well with Gozinya after we were married.
Still chuckling she said, “That was cute, vaggy instead of veggy. Fortunately I can speak plainly. I want some pussy tonight, young but legal if you can find it.”
“I’ll see what I can do dear,” I answered, knowing perfectly well I had the young and legal right here and had been wanting it myself since the day Robyn first came to intern at our company. Robyn was a 21-year-old college senior majoring in business and looking forward to pursuing an MBA. She was a real hottie – long brunette hair, five feet eight inches, I estimated, 130 pounds, perky 34C tits/28/34, and open to flirtation.
“Mr. Gozinya,” Robyn said, not quite suppressing a smile, “You know you said ‘vaggy’to your wife. I hope I am not intruding,” she said with a sly smile, “but I am curious. What is on your mind?”
I could not let such an opening pass. “You are on my mind, you sweet, smart and good looking dear. You have been ever since you came to work here. Now that’s out in the open let me tell you more,” I added.
“Okay, sure,” Robyn agreed trying to sound shy and uncertain.
“My wife and I enjoy special evenings and weekends. I am off Friday, you can be too if you wish. So I am inviting you for a long weekend. We – my wife and I - can get to know you better which we both want to do and also show you the lifestyle of a corporate executive. I am sure you will be one soon, maybe even working here with our company.”
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