President. Take me any way you like. I need you right now," Simone continued. She turned around and bent forward over the desk. She pulled up her skir... and spread her legs real wide. Then she drew her panties completely aside so that he could see her pussy from behind. She didn't notice that a middle-aged lady entered the office while she was displaying herself like this. Miss Chantalle was strongly built and muscular. She was wearing a blue uniform not unlike a prison guard. In her right hand. I won’t tell my real name. Just think me as Natasha Malhotra. My husband used to come home late every night at 10 pm. Entire day I used to get bored. I started visiting gym and developed a relationship with the gym instructor. I had no interest in leaving my husband and marrying him. Later on I found out that he had affair with lots of married rich women. One day we went to his room when the place was empty. We got naked and he kissed my entire body. He kissed my breasts and made me lie on the. ‘Shayla. Two syllables,’ she replied, and then, after a several seconds pause, she added, ‘and, thanks to your help, I’m doin’ fine.’ Then, a long, slow grin came over her face, as she pointed to my tented trousers and said, ‘doesn’t that hurt?’ A thousand lines crossed my mind in a second or two, but I settle on the exact truth. ‘No. It feels wonderful. The best I’ve had in a lot of years.’ I added, very carefully, ‘Shayla, you’re safe. Please don’t worry.’ She continued grinning, and said, ‘I. " I started."Well of course not, you lunk," she interrupted, and then went on in a serious tone. "Look, Mike, I didn't like all the hours you used to spend in your den on the computer. I sure didn't like what I learnt last night about your chat room girl friend and your cybersex. But if she's... if she really is dead, then I forgive her and I forgive you. You were pretty cut up about it but even you must realise that if she did commit suicide, it was NOT your fault." She stared at me, hard..