Maybe I’d describe the masturbatory fantasies I’d had about his girlfriend. That might turn out to be a better ice breaker than I’d imagined?At ...he pub, she was waiting on her own at a table. At work, she wore a flowery blouse with a tank top sweater over the top. She looked the picture of awkward student sexiness. Out in the wild, though, she was a whole different a****l. She wore a tight, faded band t-shirt with a leather jacket over the top. Her whole demeanour had changed. Her stance was. Most of the time in Montgomery was depressingly boring for the woman, because I spent a lot of time mind reading the personnel within Conner & Conner Consultants. I was looking for a person who made the contacts with their employers so that I could follow up on the chain of guilty parties.It took a while, but I finally found her. I took so long because I was embroiled in the chauvinistic attitude that a man had to be the brains behind Conner & Conner Consultants. This person turned out to be. And again ... and again ... until I'm batting your clit up and down with the feather. It's barely enough to feel but you know it's there. I unexpectedly add to the sensation by blowing my warm breath across your pussy. That was all you needed now. You start to squirm in abandonment against your bindings. The feather has driven you to the brink but wont get you off. You need me to get you there. No little feather is going to do it. You try and try to push your pussy closer to my face, hoping for. She was also kind, always sharing something she'd read in the newspaper, and I think very grateful that I was around to help Vince do "the manly man things" like fixing a door.My encounters with Vince felt like they started all of a sudden. I'd fantasized about him frequently, and at some point our conversations when we were working on one of the cars or the house turned more sexual, but always about sexy women. We were in the detached garage hanging some shelves and after a few minutes of.