I asked, how she was feeling and she replied “yes” with a soft moan. I started to move my hands slowly all over her shoulder and her hands. She wa... enjoying my hands massaging her. We were silent as I was massaging her shoulder and was getting erection under my shorts. She was aroused too with my touches. Somehow we ended up after a small massage and she did liked it and I knew, it was an easy task for me to take her to my bed.One morning, when she came to serve coffee to me, I was covering. He shook under her touch. While she was torturing him, the sheet he had wrapped around her came loose. She grabbed at it, then with a wicked grin, tossed it away. Now he could see her only inches away from him, but couldn’t touch her. She traced the line of hair that went from his navel to his groin and he held his breath, willing her to touch his staff. Instead she turned around and moved to his feet. ‘No,’ he howled. She looked over her shoulder and stared him down. ‘Be quiet, be still and. ” As soon as I finished speaking, I realized we weren’t heading for either of our cubes, or the caf?or that matter. “I don’t care Thomas. Don’t speak.” She hissed, jerking my arm to pull me along faster. My heart rate skyrocketed when she swiped her access card through the card reader next to the security door I had become so familiar with last summer. “Where are we going?” I asked tentatively, fearful of incurring her wrath. She stopped a few feet beyond the second door and turned on. ‘I thank the Lord every day that we both wanted a cab that day,’ she told him, a smile on her face as sweat began to form on her brow, squeezing her ass tightly together in a Kegel maneuver, her pubococcygeus muscle clamping down on her husband’s cock, eliciting a deep groan/moan of satisfaction. ‘You’re the only woman in the world who could have gotten me to think more of her than of my vows to the Catholic church,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey replied, slamming his cock deeply into his.