I went out with some of them, but I guess the fact that I didn't put-out got around pretty quickly and the dates became fewer and fewer... The company...had a nice tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on their birthday. On my eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were accompanied with an invitation from Robert Turner, a vice-president, to lunch at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Nervous but so easily impressed, of course, I accepted.The restaurant was on the top floor of a. As soon as her shorts hit the floor, I pulled her over to the couch and encouraged her to lay on her back with her hips at the edge.“Owen-" her voice was insistent as she reached out to grasp her legs, pulling them further apart to show me her slicked snatch, ready and waiting for me.No more words were needed: her eyes were as demanding as my actions had been all night.I stepped out of my pants and angled my body over her, lining up my tool with her sheath, my throbbing glans pressing against. I was breast-feeding Annie and I found it to be a very sensual thing to do. I enjoyed taking Annie into my bedroom, when I was alone, and feeding her while nude on the bed. Invariably I finished up fingering myself to an orgasm when I did this, as her suckling caused a 'tingle' in my pussy and I found it difficult not to caress myself. I noticed that, increasingly often, Mike came into the room when I was feeding her downstairs and he always seemed to have an excuse to remain. I saw, from the. She smiled a tight smile and nodded, "You may sit down Mr Ramsden." Thank you, Madam."She nodded again."Mr Jones, I take it you are prosecuting this case?" I am, Madam."The Prosecuting Lawyer was average in every respect, average height, about five feet eleven inches, slightly overweight, balding. He was business-like in his approach as if he had been doing this for years, which indeed he had. There was an air of boredom about him as if he had seen it all before and really the outcome had.