“Honestly, I’m grateful, Mr. Basilton. I know you’ve been so good to me, and I thought, maybe you might like to see me?” She unzipped her penc...l skirt, as her clothing was now loosened but hanging on her body ready to be dropped.He smiled at her, “Well, I suppose I should not turn down your gratitude, my dear. I’ll stay for a moment longer.”She couldn’t find any words, still so unsure of her footing with him. Instead, she shrugged her shirt off and started caressing her neck and her modest. For usne meri belt khol di ..Aur apna haat mere lund pai rakha..Mujhe ek ajeez sa mza aane laga..Fir wo mere lund ko upar neeche krne lga..Thori der mai hi mera paani uske haat pai nikal gaya..Fir usne apna haat bahr nikaal ke bedsheet sai saaf kiya ..And wo utth gaya..Maine bhi apne saare kapde theek kiye aur bathroom ki taraf chala gaya wash krne… Ab mai jyese hi washroom sai bahr nikla wo wahi kahda tha gate pai..Mai bhi uske pas jaake khada ho gaya ,usne mujh sai poocha mai kaha jaa raha. ”Dave returned to his office and waited at his desk, time really dragged as he waited for his gorgeous cleaner to arrive. Dave had sat thinking how he could make a move on Gaby without being called a pervert or reported for sexual misconduct at work, he though needn’t have worried.Gaby arrived alone and had changed back into her heels from her work shoes, Gaby’s amazing legs looked shapely, tanned and so long. Gaby was still wearing the white T shirt and in the bright office lights Dave could. Four years now. She volunteered to help abused girls and mentored them.Every now and then she told her boyfriend that she had to go visit a relative that needed her help and she’d be gone a couple of days. He was never invited along. He did notice that she was tired when she returned and didn’t want sex for a couple of days afterwards. They didn’t live together but would ususlly fuck at least a couple of times a week.One time at her place he was searching for something and found a redhead wig..