She wasn't dressed particularly sex, she didn't see herself in those terms, try as I might her hemline stayed just above her knees and her bra stayed ...irmly in place. The only concession I got was at least it was a front opening type. My hand reached up between us and I gave her pert tits a good squeeze. The four buttons of her top were easy for me to undo and the clip that held her bra together came undone under my expert fingers."Naughty," she giggled, but made no attempt to stop me exposing. My boss made me wait on him so she could giggle. I had such a crush on him, I could barely speak or walk. I couldn't even really smile. I couldn't look him in the eye. And that motherfucker loved it.Mike knew he made me into a horny little shy girl that still felt stuck in klndergarten. His smile said it all. He knew I wanted him. He knew most women wanted him. He had a reputation for banging down so many chicks in town. He loved the power. He loved the control. He loved watching a woman break. I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one weekend on a girls hen night, just before she left she whispered in my ear, whilst stroking my cock through my jeans, that if I dressed up tonight at ten o’clock sharp, she would go into the ladies wherever she. My favorite spot has an arcade, and one small theater and a larger theater. I was sitting on the couch at the back of the larger theater and as I expected was alone. I did bring a fresh bottle of poppers, just in case I got lucky. I was there for about an hour and with no activity I was just to get up and leave, when I heard the bell on the door. I decided to wait and see if he would enter the theater where I sat anxiously. Now, before I go any further let me give you a little idea of this.