I am posting this story after her concern.Story starts 4 months ago when I was back to India from Austria after a long time. In the meanwhile we were ...n continuous touch with mail discussing only about sex. She always enquiries about taste of boys toward sex. I also ask for the same, and we were now good pen friends, chatting and sharing our dirtiest part with each other. She was now very frank about her feelings and thoughts with me. She said that she is still virgin because of orthodox. I promise that we will both cooperate no matter what you decide." "Well, it does not look like Lexie can make any decisions tonight, we may have to wait until next week to see what she thinks. If you would like, you and I could move to my office, just a couple of doors down the hall, so we won't disturb Lexie."Samantha then stood and stepped over by Mr. Martin's chair and repeated, "Anything you can do, would really be appreciated, Mr. Martin. We would be grateful to you, forever. I'll just let. " before I could finish "fuck, you like to fuck them" he said in the most dirty deep voice. I just nodded in reply to his comment, taken back by the presumption that I am a slut but quite turned on. My hand shifted to his thigh and we mutually stroked each other's legs, feeling his eyes staring down my dress at my 'pushed up' boobs. 'What the fuck am I doing here' I asked myself."Would you like to ..." his head intently nodded towards the prominent bulge in his Pyjamas. The hand which I was. "The children who knew them only did for a few months, so will find ithard to remember what they looked like," I added. "Also, to top it off,their old friends will be at school." "Mmm, so they will." "And I'm sure security will be there, keeping a discrete eye on us." Mr Hobson winced at that. "Sorry, I will stop fishing. So, can we all go to Milton Keynes?" "If Brenda agrees to your plan, then I will again discuss it with thesecurity team. If they say no, then I'm sorry." Mr Hobson shrugged.