"Watch and learn, Anya."*****A WEEK LATER...Spike, calling herself Lara Jones, had gotten herself a job as a secretary at the firm where Jaz used to w...rk. She wasn't a very sociable secretary, but that wasn't her intent. Every time she got close to her target, she'd flirt a bit, trying to get him to get her alone. The other girls had tried to warn her off, thinking she was aiming on landing a rich husband and not knowing Paul wasn't the marrying type, but they didn't understand what she was. I open the door gingerly. There he is in his usual suave suit and tie, perfectly pressed and hugging every muscle as if it was hand made just this minute. He stands there with perfect posture and a gaze like I’ve never seen before.I say hello and he doesn’t reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of guidance. With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag. "I like how smooth your legs feel slut," he said as he moved around to the other side and began to return to the front of the rack and "Sherri's" waiting mouth pausing once more for a few more seconds of toying with the dildo.By now James was hotter and hornier than he had been in weeks. He no longer felt hesitant about sliding his cock into another man's mouth. As long as it was wet and warm he was going to use this sissy's mouth!James returned to the front of the rack and "Sherri's" wide open. I had worn a long, sleeveless, soft top and satin shorts as my nightdress. I immediately removed my bra and adjusted the strip of my top so that my one nipple is exposed partially.I pulled the strap just behind my exposed nipple. I kept my other nipple covered. I also removed my shorts and underwear. It was a long top, so it just ended on my milky thighs. I removed my blanket and folded it and kept aside. I pretended to be asleep with my face up, displaying my exposed nipple.Ashfaq chacha then.