“I can explain–” he sputtered. Aalia, hiding outside the doorway to Padma’s office, was shocked to hear her boss and new friend say into the p...one, “What’s worse, some of those girls were barely out of school!” Jai began sweating–and not from the sex! “It wasn’t me!” he protested while simultaneously cheating on his wife. “It must have been hackers.” “Hackers!?” Padma laughed sardonically. “Can’t you do better than that, Jai?” “Now I remember!” Jai exclaimed, a new lie having popped into his. She was constantly wet and wanting it. Even before we got to the motorway she'd usually have sucked me off and she'd had her first orgasm. We always stopped again, just past Mansfield, on the way, in a secluded lane and she'd either wank me off again or if the weather was ok we'd get out the car and I'd fuck her up against the car or over the bonnet. I think the record for the day was four wanking sessions for me and nearly ten orgasms or fucks for Sandra. She really did like sex. The company. "I need to go freshen up."He grabbed my purse from where it hung on his chair and hefted it in surprise. "Jeeze, what do you carry in here? Rocks?"I laughed. "It's not that heavy!"He peered inside my purse and plucked out the Crown Royal bag. "This is what's so heavy." He glanced at me curiously. "What's in it, if you don't mind my asking."I'd forgotten all about the bag. How did I explain it? I hadn't meant to, but I guess I'd stolen whatever it was. Well, maybe borrowed without permission. A short while later, I saw a young pair of shoes, at the end of jean-clad legs, enter the cubicle next door. The shoes were new and smart, with a brass toe-strip, fashionable at the time. Clearly it was someone fairly young; probably no older than me, at any rate. He seemed to sit down but then do nothing else. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How old?” and slipped it under the partition. The note was quickly taken up and was shortly.