It went on a bit, but that was all that might be relevant. "Have you read this?" I asked, holding the yellowing sheet out to Billings."No. One of the ...en said there were files, but I hadn't looked at anything. Do you think it's important?" I don't know. It's old. But it's the only personal correspondence I've seen." I flipped through the sheets. "There's too much to read right now. Might I take the stuff with me?" I'd rather not. Especially if it might prove relevant. Look, you told your wife. We spent some time catching up, shooting the breeze, and all the while, I was building up the courage to finally ask her out. A dinner. A movie. Anything. As we were saying goodbye, I finally just blurted out, "Hey how about dinner tonight?" With a surprised pause, and looking at me with a shy grin, she said she'd love to.Phew. Wasn't so hard after all.She arrived later that night and I had cooked a perfect dinner with a chocolate dessert to top it off. She walked in the room in a black dress,. I reached over for a small flat cushion and put it under her bum to raise her slightly. Then I knelt between her legs and feasted on her wet lips, her big clit and inside her vagina until juice was dripping off my chin and her bum was lifting up and down.Her hands came down and held my head, directing it where to go as she writhed and thrashed around. The hood of her clitoris had peeled fully away leaving an erect clit of about 3/4" across and maybe 3/4" high, almost like the tip of a thumb. A. Leaning close I told her that I would fuck her. “Thank you, Master,” she breathed, turning her head so our lips met, pressed tight together in the purest hunger as the cuffs came open with sharp clicks and she turned her body to meet me, hard nipples pressed to my chest, though she held her hands behind my back. “Bend over slave, Margaret,” I said after breaking our kiss. She complied with the widest of smiles, bending at the waist, legs long and erect, head down, hands on the floor bracing.