The next day went by in no time with the coming and going of the assistants and nurses until my secretary called me, and then Jule went through the do...r. She was gorgeous. With her long red-blonde hair, her golden skin, her perfect face and her big innocent blue eyes, she looked like a beach bunny with a bombastic figure. Jule wore tight jeans to match her curves and a tight pink top to show off her big breasts, probably C or D cups and a big sexy bottom. All I wanted to do was bend her over. His thick, grey hair didn’t detract from his strong, handsome features the most striking of which were the piercing blue eyes which had so recently been quietly undressing me.By silent, but mutual consensus it was time to go upstairs. To avoid an awkward lift journey I went to use the bathroom and said I would meet them shortly in their room. This also gave me time to take a breath and think about what I was doing; is this really what I wanted? I rearranged my clothing a little – more cleavage,. There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but…but everything I want to say seems so inadequate. ‘Right now, Gwyneth words are futile. I should have told you earlier. Should have said it to you that night – I don’t know why I held back, but…Jesus, Gwyneth, please, just come back to me. Please, please promise me you’ll be okay. If you can hear me, if you’re there, please, just – please. Please.’ He closed his eyes and rubbed his face, struggling to pull himself together. She still looked. We girls were expected to share every detail about our most intimate lives, and we didn't. I know from personal experience that every girl who probed got the usual answer. We'd sucked a guy off, or maybe just a hand job. Every girl either did it, or was accepting of it. If you admitted to any sexual activity, going topless, or at least opening your blouse, was acceptable. There was a line, and every girl was familiar with it: you kept your pants on. Of course that line blurred and more or less.