"I picked up the 'phone as soon as it rang. It was almost midnight, and I had been expecting Jane to call. "Jane!" Good evening, David. Have you ea...en?"What? Oh, the bitch! "Yes, thank you. Dinner was a couple of hours ago." Oh good. Are you dressed?" I'm in bed." I said, curious."I'm on my way over. Ten minutes."She put the 'phone down. I wondered what she could be coming over for? She had said she didn't want to see me again, and that she would just get in touch with the chinaman. Speciality of the house.' Her hands turned and grasped my wrists.'Don't joke about it. Part of me thinks I'm being disloyal to Juan, and the other part says that he's pissing you about and Uncle Álvaro will get away with it again, just like he always does.' Whoa there.'Uncle Álvaro?' Her face crumpled.'Damn, damn, damn. I haven't cried in front of a man for years.''I'll go and wash my hands.' When I came back she'd ordered water and coffee, and was sipping them alternately, her face pale.'Sit. Her pert upturned bottom revealing thestandard white cotton bikini panties. Legs on black three inch heels spread.I lifted the sleek mass of jet black pagegirl mane. From underneath it, thepale, frightened face of Amanda emerged. The ex-marketing whizkid. The womanwho had so furiously rejected the opportunity to grovel for a PA job she wasso clearly superior to. Now, merely Mandy?one of the anonymous Office Girls?reducedto a robot-like sameness in her interchangeable officewear. Other. Dave moved his lower hand to her calf as his tongue traced a snail-like trail up Ann's long firm thigh. By the time Dave finally reached her steaming hot pussy, Ann's fingers were firmly entrenched in his hair and pushing his face into her hot box. Dave drove his tongue deep inside and Ann started to sound her approval. Her hips were gyrating and her breathing was really laboured. Dave could feel her climax building so he moved one finger to her clit and massaged it while his tongue plunged.