30 years young , 5.4 ft tall, beautiful curves of 34-28-34. She was a very smart , well dressed lady. mostly is business suit or skirts. looks quite y...ung for her age, well read, smart and not for the regular men.We never talked much earlier, but stole glances many times and sometimes an occasional smile while passing the corridor. Both of us were a bit popular among colleagues so eventually our inquisitiveness for each other kept increasing. On one office dinner event we ended up on the same. It’s not the most fascinating job in the world, but at least it lets me be my own boss, I get to go out and meet actual people that way and I feel that I’m actually doing something good, however small that might be at times. Plus, it sometimes has very ... tangible benefits.The area I’m assigned to is mostly rural, with a few small towns, but like all places has its seedier streets and dirty underbelly. Among those is a bordello, which had run into a few problems that were just mounting up.. ...? You awake? ....."All I heard was a light groan coming from her lips. Amanda was wearing a skirt and blouse with buttons along the front. I carefully turned her onto her back and started to unbutton her blouse. Strange. Not wearing a bra! I knew this blouse very well. Thin white material. Amanda loved to wear her black bra underneath. Said it looked sexy as hell and I agreed. Where the fuck was her bra?I started working on the skirt pulling the material down her legs lifting one leg up at a. Cassandra wasn't embarrassed, and instead of waiting for me to get the lead out, she pulled my shirt off, undid my slacks, and pulled them and my boxer briefs off with them. I was once more naked, and Mr. Johnson was waving right in her face as she knelt to pull my pants - off putting her right in the line of fire, so to speak. We both held our breath momentarily, until Cassandra stood, undressed to her skin, and pushed me ahead of her into the shower.We were naked together, and that meant Mr..