Hundreds." She patted her enormous purse. "Hey ... I want to see the inside."The marina owner ran ... if that's what you can call a three hundred poun... waddle ... ran to the office. Pretty quick, a white headed man came out with a ladder."He told me to humor you ... so rather than let you see the boat, I'm going to feed you."He grabbed her by the hand, guided her over to a 1928 Springfield Rolls Royce and helped her in."Granddad's car ... he left it to me." He looked..."No! Not for sale." I. - Stop it you pervert, we almost got caught, she said smirking.- Yes, but we didn't, I answered and gave her a long kiss.- Let's go home shall we? She asked me and put her hand on my groin.When we got home to her I put my bag down took my shoes off, as we do in Sweden and walked into the kitchen.- So what are we having today? I asked her and looked at her sexy body.- I don't know, I don't feel like cooking, do you want to go out and eat? She asked me and smiled.- Only if you dress really. ‘Maybe...’‘Well I guess we will have to do better next time’My mind went into overdrive, recalling how His voice had dropped into a low growl when He had me in his thrall, making me pleasure myself in ways I hadn’t tried but wanted to do again. By now, I could feel myself fast approaching the point where I would need to do something about it. But I was at work and in a mostly female office I couldn’t guarantee privacy in the loos.As I think of a suitable response, a voice behind me asks, ‘Hey. ”“For how long?”“About a year now.”“Was it just one or two instances? Or something more regular?”“More regular.”“And there has been more than one girl?”“Yes.”“OK. I don’t need more details than that. You know, of course, that any kind of intimacy is going to be hard for Bethany. Even a kiss.”“My friend told me that, yes. I’ve done nothing even like that with Bethany. I didn’t even think about it.”“Slow down, that wasn’t meant to accuse you. Sorry. But she did slow dance with you, right? And.