‘Alethea?’ I lifted my head, and his warm hands caressed my cheeks. He cupped my face in those big warm hands and kissed me softly. Brushing my ha...r out of my face, he ran his fingers through the silky tresses. He kissed the tip of my nose, then grinned. ‘Your nose is cold.’ I looked up at him, the high heels I wore giving me more height. ‘Everything is cold.’ ‘Guess I should do something about that.’ He said seriously, though there was a twinkle in his eyes. Backing me up, he stopped when my. “I mean fuck my arse,” you add and now I start to understand. I smile because I’m an obliging girl but alarm bells are ringing quietly in my head and the words “He’s gay” present themselves to me in my minds eye in big black bold cartoon letters. “Okay” I say and actually I quite like the idea because I’ve never been let loose on someone’s arse before. It’s not what I had in mind for us but it’ll be an experience and I’m sure I can muster up a story from it. “Something big” you tell me. Whether it was something that she was familiar with after being picked up and after a satisfying sexual adventure or whether it was because she hadn't put her panties back on, but she sat with the gear lever between her legs and every change of gears meant a decent 'finger fuck' and Trevor made certain there were a lot of gear changes. By the time she gasped, "I live here, park up the drive", her skirt was pulled up around her waste that heavy haired triangle was fully displayed and saliva was. Given the delicate nature of our situation, I think we have an understanding.’ ‘Is this why you’ve been having me lie about the golf games?’ he asked, ‘Have I been lying to Ellen to cover you having an affair?’ Mark looked disappointed, ‘Don’t be naïve Henry.’ Henry looked down at his hands, still clasped together on his desk as though he were in a position of some authority. He had seniority here, that was true. But beyond that, this was Mark Gordian’s game. And Mark played for keeps. The idea.