Her first real test, I thought, smiling to myself. I took the cup and then pointed to the floor next to the bed. She immediately dropped to her knees....I gave her a smile and then took my first sip. The correct blend but a little weak for my tastes. I took a second sip. Not perfect by any means but not bad.“A little weak. Another few minutes brewing next time.”“Yes, Miss, I’m sorry Miss.”I always love coming into the day slowly with a cup of tea so I sat silently savouring every sip. No need to. “I thought we had a bond.”“We do, but I like to keep secrets just like you do,” she shrugged, mimicking his movement. He nodded at the sentiment.‘Touché,’ he thought. Aloud, he mused. “I’ve heard stuff about Justin.”“That’s none of your business.”“True,” James smiled. “But I like gossip.”“Come on! I never pegged you as such.”“One of my secrets,” he held up his coffee in mock salute.She nodded a ‘touché’ of her own. “What have you heard?”“He’s a bit handsy.”She snorted, “That’s it?”“Yup.”“That’s. As we laid down Heather’s hand snaked inside my robe and grabbed my semi-erect cock, she wasted no time in coaxing it back to life and then laid back with her legs apart and bent at the knee “Fuck me Steve, make me come” she demanded. Heathers pussy was soaking thanks to Tom’s oral talents so I slid straight in until I could go no further “Mmmm I love that feeling” Heather moaned. We soon got into an effective rhythm – one thing Heather was not (nor had ever been) was a passive partner when it. There was only a thin blouse between her breasts and my arms. With the back of my arm I rubbed over her nipples. I could feel them stiffen under her blouse. Her erect nipples were rubbing against my arms. I massaged her nipples with the back of my arm. She moved forward and rested her head on my shoulders, her breasts resting fully on the back of my arms. My heart began to race. Her posture would give away what was happening! I looked around once more to see if any one was noticing. Everyone.