At the end of the day I usually use the shower to clean up then I go into the office and do some paperwork. This is usually after the others have gone...home for the day. Mike and I by now have spent many hours together. At first Mike was Quiet and seemed very shy. After a few days he started to open up some and would talk about more than just the weather. Mike one day asked if anyone could use the shower. I said sure, bring a towel and soap. Just like you would at the Gym. Next day as I am. This is the angel who abstained from orgasms for two weeks, to prove that she could, but gave me a handjob every other night. The same girl who woke me at four the next morning, rubbing herself frantically and claiming she couldn't wait any longer, just before pleading with me to help, in case she only managed one or two orgasms. I lost count somewhere around five. Yeah, both. Five orgasms, five AM.This is the hussy who pressed the "stop" button in the casino elevator and gave me a blow job in. ’ She hadn’t finished talking when I was cemented tight to Nicole, who swore at me in French and wanted to know when I was going to treat her as a proper French mistress, in her country chateau. I accused her of loose morals and asked about the dastardly Count I had seen leaving as I galloped up. She bit my shoulder and came in a long, sweet climax filled with French amour. Vicky pulled me off Nicole and said, ‘You better hurry, breakfast is almost here.’ Her eyes were full of mischief and her. “I think we’ll try it in summer before deciding if we want to move there,” she said, laughing. She bent over and kissed my forehead, then got up to go to her room. I got up and followed her. The aroma of her perfume trailed her. When she got to her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her sweater over her head. Stepping into her closet, she came out with her cozy warm up suit and a tee, her standard wear on cold evenings. “I’m going to change clothes,” she said, waiting for me to leave..