I was excited to meet them, unsure if it would lead to anything or not. I had some issues getting out there with a bad fuel pump but eventually got th...re. It was around sunset when I met Tara and her husband. They looked great all dressed up in their leathers. We got food and had several beers. The conversation was very fun, easy going, there was a good vibe between us. Tara's husband took Tara's hand and gave it to me. She was beaming as she stood up and sat down on my lap. We kissed as her. I welcomed her in. The reason I went against my, “No work” policy at the weekends was I wanted to get to know her better. I’d only seen her at the odd party and other than a smile, hadn’t talked to her. I know it sounds extremely unprofessional but the idea of giving her a massage was rather appealing. I wasn’t going to charge her and it was out of official hours so was that was my excuse.I showed her to my treatment room. April slipped her sarong off and stood there in her tiny bikini. She. ” He pulled it up and over, revealing my white uniform blouse. I didn’t care that my hair became a mess. I want to see how the pearls looked on me, but was confused why he had to take off my sweatshirt. I almost didn’t notice that, unmistakable even through his pants, his erection had shifted into my hand! “You know, pearls should only be warned on bare skin.” He started unbuttoning my blouse. “Can’t you just put it on?” “O, honey.” He looked very said. “I spent so much money, I really want to. I knew it looked great. My legs were shoulder width apart and the height of the copier was lifting me up on to my toes, heels in the air, my shaved pussy spread open for him. ‘Wider’. He barked. ‘Spread your legs for me’. I moved my feet further apart, still on tiptoes, opening my slit wider for him to see me properly. My weight was pushing my tits down onto the copier plate now, my nipples hard, pushing down against the glass. I heard a click and realised he’d pressed the copier button. A.