I used to ask her to do self-pleasure.I used to tell her on the phone that how I would make foreplay with her. That used to make her wet, and she used...to masturbate using that. I had told her that, I masturbate by thinking about her. She was seduced because of this.This went on for 2-3 weeks. As she had a boyfriend, she was not interested to get physical with me. But she was not able to control her emotions.One thing leads to another. Then one day we decided to meet at her place. She just. One of our co-workers is happy to give me some Kleenexes so we can continue the meeting. Keeping pretense, I use them, making sure to only use my free hand to apply them to my “bloody” nose. Once all seems to be taken care of, the boss continues in his monotone voice as my full hand goes back to playing. It moves lower down your shaft to play gently with your balls. You appear caught off guard by my move; that’s the only way to explain your hissing intake of air, causing eyes to peer at you. So instead of saying anything I just kept quite about it and didn't say anything about how I was turned on by him. I did keep making comments about his height and how I just loved tall guys.A few weeks later, my daughter, Patty and her best friend, Chandal asked me what in the hell I had done to Tim, because all that he talked about was me and how Pamela Anderson had nothing on their Mom and how if he got just one wish he would want to be able to spend one night with me, in my bed, making love. We have met and then gone out somewhere. Your female work colleagues are jealous of the romantic gestures and wish their men were the same. But this time it is different, you somehow know it is. Your mind begins sending more signals imagining what's going to happen. You can feel your juices flow between your thighs, like a river. Your nipples are pushing hard against your bra, and every movement rubs them against the black lace drawing your attention to them. It is made worse because you know.