After Sir Royston had showered and changed into his usual charcoal pinstriped suit he returned down stairs to his office.Mrs Walker his private secret...ry was waiting for him clutching a writing pad.“OK Ann what do we know about him?”Ann Walker had been with Sir Royston for over thirty years and was well used to his abrupt manner at times. She took a chair at the front of his desk while he settled into the large leather Executive chair“Flight Lieutenant Robert Barlow aged 28. Joined the RAF aged. I didn’t reply as the view was quite clear from our position. He cooed as he saw the view and continued to stroke my chest with one hand while the other moved down and took over working on my clit. I pushed back against his chest and closed my eyes, revelling in his touch. I soon felt his cock swelling against my bum cheeks and slowly rubbed myself against him.It wasn’t long before he was fully hard and I offered no resistance as he turned me round, lifted me off the ground and told me to. We extensive briefings on whatcould be done. The physician we spoke with made the flippant remarkthat he could turn anyone of the panel (and we were all male) into abeautiful woman with the right procedures.We all took that in good humour right up until our only candidate gotpregnant and announced that she was no longer interested in deployment.One of the panel (I am not sure who) said: "Maybe it should be one ofus. At least we are not going to get pregnant." But nobody laughed.It had to be. “Please what?” he asked, lightly kissing the inside of her thighs. His lips trailed up the sensitive area as his hot breath traced goosebumps across her cool skin.“Please... , “ she continued, drawing him closer to her. Leaning down, she met his lips for a kiss right as she felt her hands slip free of the cuffs. Dancing her tongue with his, she felt him melting into her, lowering his guard as she took control of his mouth. Then with her lips still locked to his, she wrapped her hands tightly.