.. ??Washed and dressed my interviewer took control again, first was a quick tour, the place was much larger than the shelter I helped out at. The des...gn had to fit around the infamous corridor that the members accessed through the red door. The corridor itself had eight rooms on each side, a key coded door allowed access and a large viewing window, actually a one way mirror, allowed those in the corridor to see into each room. The rooms were all similar, a simple bed, a padded stool, a second. I run a hand along your soft skin, from your breasts, down your side, to your pussy. I run my fingers between the folds. I kneel down, my mouth is level with the tables edge. You slide forward until your pussy is an easy reach away from my face. I begin to probe at your entrance with my tongue. I pull back the folds of your pussy with my fingers, and slip my tongue inside. I can taste your awakening desire. I begin to fuck your dampening cunt with my tongue. I find your clitoris with my thumb. ” But dang, if there’s one thing I’d look at first, it would be their ass. Tonight was different, I was just sitting there, sipping on my bourbon on the rocks, watching people lead their own lives, which is always interesting if you pay attention to what some people do or say. It seemed boring, but I just felt something was going to be different tonight. An older woman, around her thirties/early thirties sat down just two seats away from me. She was dressed in heels, stockings, a black dress. We both were getting raises and things looked bright and rosy for our future. We did seem to have good communication going between us and we worked through the tough times. We were now buying a three-bedroom house in the suburbs and were doing very nicely now. Our sex lives was still active and varied. We would go out a couple of times a month for dinner, and dancing.At about seven years into our marriage I received a major promotion and for the past six months I was the Night Supervisor for.