"I'm sorry", I apologised to him for interrupting his wanking session, as if I should, but I was there for an interview and the last think I wanted wa... to offend or fall out with anyone, so I tried to take the flak.I watched as he nervously put his cock back into his pants and zip it up. He then looked at me for real for the first time and genuinely apologised for his inappropriate behaviour.He offered me coffee, which I accepted and then proceeded to explain his marital problems and lack of. I was starting to move. "Fuck me you god" I whispered between moans. He obliged and picked up the pace.I was almost screaming at this point. His cock was moving in and out now, almost pounding me. The stuff that was coming out of my mouth would have sent the sunday school nuns packing. "Fuck me in the ass hard now daddy" I shouted once. "Take my ass and cum hard" I said more than a few times. It just felt so good and his rhythm was so perfect with mine. My ass would come back to him and his. The topic, my HYGIENE! My APPEARANCE! How I took care of my self. OH FRIPSY!First she asked me how often I bathed! I told her every morning, but not always on Saturdays. She shook her head in the negative with that answer. "How about your hair?" she asked."What about my hair?" I answered."How often do you shampoo and condition your hair?" I shampoo it every time I shower. Condition? What's that?"Mrs. Brown gave another negative shake of the head. She asked to see my hands then. (What? Why?). As she cooked and thenwe ate, we had a nice long chat about all that she'd been doing sincewe'd last met. I was surprised to learn that absolutely no one in VW knewof her transition and her sex change surgery. I was quite surprised thatvery few people knew and I was one of the exceptions.All of that change had happened well before she'd started working thereand she intended to keep her secret for obvious professional reasons. Shewas quite happy to discuss how life was for her and was happy that.