A little bit of red cherry lipstick to finish her face off. A golden brown blouse, with two buttons undone, a hip hugging golden brown skirt that come...a few inches above her knee. Her legs are covered in black stockings, with her feet wrapped in black 3 inch pumps. ‘Good morning, boss,’ she smiles, but doesn’t look up, because of what she is reading, ‘how was your weekend?’ She says as she pulls herself away from what she is reading to glance up at me. ‘It was uneventful, but fine, stayed in. She told the truth, and he loved her for it. Lapses in conversations where she would normally start telling of some fictitious sexual encounter were instead filled with apologies for being so dull and having nothing interesting to say. This was later replaced by quiet confessions of thoughts of the future, and what would happen when the two of them finally met in person. That moment would happen any minute now. She pictured this in her mind often, but nothing had prepared her for what was going. I wanted to just bury my lipstick mouth over her pussy and wake her up with my tongue, it was so tempting. But would this be something that took the dressing too far, if I made a direct sexual advance to her, what would she do, how would she react? Obviously I wanted her to wake up, realise what I was doing, lay back, open her legs to allow me to lick her until we could both cum, her in my mouth and me all over her body – although as many of us would have wanted to when we were younger, the. Now Penelope was glad because she felt safe that another woman would be in the car and yet it also meant she would not be able to add to her growing financial gains, or so she thought. The woman climbed out the car and placed Penelope's case into the boot of the car before telling her to slide in between her and the driver.Eager to get out of the cold, Penelope slide on to the long bench type seat and edged to the middle of the car; meanwhile the woman climbed in beside her. They had not gone.