She works as a consultant to an investment firm and is very "corporate" looking. 5'8" 130 pounds, 36c chest and great hips and ass! She does let loose...on the weekends and we've always had a great sex life. This, however, was not exactly part of our fantasies. She slid on sheer black stockings and walked to her closet. She reached into the back and pulled out a red cocktail dress - one that I'd never seen before. She slid into it and made me zip up the back. I stood behind her as she checked. Without looking at me directly, she stepped out of the skirt and walked up to me in a slow sexy style and sat next to me. Her body smelled of some great expensive perfumes that were so intoxicating. I touched her cheeks gently caressing the face and down the neck then pushing away the wide collar to feel the bra strap on shoulder. I lead my hand down the bra strap till the cups on her ultra soft boobs. With the other hand I loosened the top three buttons of her shirt parting it to get a glimpse. It transported them to another place - a place where nothing else mattered. Then there were the times when they chose to be in that other place for hours, and his full intentions were to drive her to the edge of insanity. Nothing pleased him more than to have her offer herself to him when his desire burned to taste the sweetness tucked behind lacey, barely-there silk panties. Enabling her to come drove him wild, and to her benefit, it made him as hard as stone. Fucking her was so much better. There was a rap on the door and Sam walked in - tall, smart, and even a little arrogant looking."Hi there Robert sorry I'm late ... what's the verdict?" he looked at the two girls who had turned at his entrance and stopped dead in his tracks."Sam!" Mr Conrad exclaimed. "Good of you to join us. These young women are Miss Sarah Chester and Miss Margaret Belling from 'SCraMBle Computers.'"Maggie stood up and held out her hand politely. Sam took it in his and looked down at her. "Samuel Reynolds,".