My thoughts were soon interrupted, he took the ice pack away and now was wrapping an elastic bandage around my ankle. He really was acting like a man,...it was turning me on more and more. He was taking care of me, and that made me want him to take care of all my needs. But in a second I was humiliated once again. He went in my drawer.-What are you doing?- I asked, as he was going through my underwear. He picked some panties and went through the second drawer.-What do you think I am doing, I am. Sandra and I are lovers. Not lesbians, bisexual..We both still enjoy a good man-- when we can find one. Why do you ask about boyfriends?”“In my line of work, it doesn't pay to make enemies of ladies or men. I don't want to be the cause of someone's breakup. I've dealt with more than my share of jealous husbands and boyfriends.”“Well I don't have those problems, so please-- will you..?”I finished my drink and asked if she had any problems with her neck or back, etc. She said none. “Will it. Well, there I was, both hands holding the tray with several drinks still on it and my tit right in a stranger girl's face. She looked at my hard nipple for what seemed like hours. Finally she gently took hold of my tit and, after teasing the nipple until I felt the wetness in my pussy, she tucked it back in. God, I felt like everybody in the place was watching us but it did FEEL SO GOOD. She looked at me with deep blue eyes and said: "Tom has arranged for you to have a wonderful weekend, Kay.. .and she was efficient. I took her to lunch before she was hired and discussed what I expected from her as a secretary. Whan I arrived at work each morning we always exchanged greetings and shared little pleasantries. One morning as I came into the office I saw that she was crying. Embarrassed, she told me that she was having trouble with her husband. She blurted out that he was impotent (he was much older than she) and she was in the prime of life without sex. I was verbally supportive and.