Busy right now”. She said alright. At evening that day, when I was free and alone at home, I replied her: “hey!”She spontaneously replied, ” L...ved your story! Your girlfriend must be soo lucky”. I said, thanks. We had a bit of chat via emails before we started to chat on hangouts.“What made you like my story so much?” I asked. She sent me a blush smiley and said, “the part where you stopped being her slave and took control and fucked her :) ” I sent a smiley.“Is it real? Does Anushree still get. "Staring ahead i let her massage my breasts, now realising i was actually being tempted by a woman. Despite myself i started breathing heavily as she played with my nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. I sensed all the muscles in my pussy respond. It was so down and durty, letting a woman caress my flesh. With her other hand she wormed her way southwards and slid a coupple of fingeres into my knickers. I gasped. "It's okay darling," she whispered. "You're going to love this." Little. There was a lady working there named Betty who was about 45 years old and was an office manager. She was brunette, about 5 ft 2 inches, a little chubby, but very cute. She always wore business suits or dresses with pantyhose and sensible heels (like 1 or 2 inches high). I must admit I found her attractive and I enjoyed looking at her very shapely nyloned legs every day. Her office was near to mine and we used to talk at lunch and sometimes after work. We got to know each other after several. No harm was done. It was fun. I know I enjoyed myself, and if I get the chance, I’d love to go dancing with you again.’ There was silence at the end of the line until, ‘Thank you, Val. I did have a good time. Maybe too good.’ I caught the upbeat tone of her voice, telling me she wasn’t worried about how I reacted to her actions. ‘So … maybe when the opportunity arises, you’d come dancing with me again?’ ‘Maybe, if you promise not to ply me with champagne.’ ‘I promise.’ Tuesday, January 12th,.