He sat on the couch and told me to put my mouth on him again. I bent over to do this and his fingers began to probe and push into me. He was telling...me how wet I was. He began squeezing my boobs again. He told me to put my hands on him and to play with his testicles so that he could get hard again. His fingers felt so good in and on me I wasn't concentrating and suddenly realized that he was getting hard again. After a few minutes (and my jaw was getting sore) he pulled my head up and. I put it up to my nose, inhaling and smelling the enchanting odor of pussy. I knew that she had worked late that Saturday morning and she had left after me. I did not know exactly how hard she had worked, but it was evident that she had done it, at "getting off"...Suddenly, I got a strange feeling, as my dick started to get hard.I had never imagined finding dirty panties from my conservative secretary. She was not so old; she looked even hotter than many other younger secretaries. As my cock. You don't know how much I wanted you last night. I am so afraid that if I had made love to you, later on you would have felt that I trapped you into a relationship or that I took advantage of you. I couldn't stand that."Amy looked at her hands, "You didn't reject me then? You were just afraid of hurting me?"He pulled her closer, "My God, Amy. It took everything I had not to pull you into my arms and make love to you."She kissed him gently on the lips, "I'm not very good hiding my feelings. You. I sat on the stairs and cried through my entire lunchhour. I was numb, shocked, and ashamed that I hadactually climaxed during that revolting episode. Beforegoing back to my desk, I went to the bathroom and wasill. There was another E-mail from Tina waiting for me.“Enjoyed that, didn’t you sweetie? Just keep your mouthshut.” No one heard my soft wail of despair, the doorto my office being closed. I gave up going to lunch, instead munching onsandwiches I brought from home. I.