"What in heaven's name is going on here?" Grace asked. And just as she asked that, David dropped the lit match into the box, setting the whole thing on fire - the box, the tissue paper, and more importantly, the dildo.
"Mrs. Littleton," David snapped. "This is not a good time."
Then something happened. The dildo glowed brightly. So brightly that both Grace and David needed to shield their eyes. And when the glow was gone, both Grace and David felt different.
Grace looked at David with a leer and licked her lips. She reached under her flower-print dress and pulled off her granny panties. She momentarily frowned at the look of them, then noted to herself to pick up some thongs at the lingerie store.
David looked back at her with an equally lusty grin. "Get over here, bitch," he said. And Grace happily complied, sauntering over and hopping up on top of his desk. "Now bend over," he ordered, and she did. He unzipped his pants, then pulled out his now-stiff cock, then rammed it into her. Neither of them thought that their behavior was odd or immoral. All they cared about was having hot sex. And that's exactly what they were going to do.
