”I stopped what I was doing and turned to stare at her and was short of words.Elle stood by the door cross-armed, in a very sexy lingerie and a pair...of heels. I swallowed.“Do you want me to join you?”I nodded. As she approached me, I saw her engorged nipples through the flimsy underwear and felt my dick painfully rise.She smiled when she noticed I was eating her up with my eyes.“You know, you can leave what you are doing and eat me up right here - right now.” she tapped my desk. She turned her. Our lips were interlocked, our tongues seemed to be having intercourse.We kept smooching and exchanging salivas for a really long time. His tongue explored my mouth. He hungrily bit my lower lip. We were constantly rotating our heads to enjoy our long-awaited kiss. Gradually from being on the bed, I got in his lap and started smooching him more hungrily.He was an excellent kisser. His hands quickly had entered my spaghetti and were playing with my bare boobs and pinching my nipples. My boobs. His name is Gus and could easily be mistaken for a tramp. A Hippie type who never washes, has long greasy hair and smells to high heaven. When I read the forfeit that I was to call at this guys house on an errand for my husband and allow him to seduce me, well, I rebelled. I put my foot down."That's against the rules." said Ron. You can only refuse something that could cause physical harm." He of course was right. I had agreed to the rules and being masochistic, I really revel in being made to. I’m afraid of what’s going to happen.”“Which way?” I asked.“Whichever way,” she sighed. “I’m afraid he’s serious with someone or won’t want anything to do with me. But I’m also afraid he might just want to be friends. And afraid he might feel the same way I do.”“Why would that scare you?”“Ten years of purely casual relationships? I’m not sure how to handle a serious relationship.”“Right; because WE don’t have a serious relationship,” I replied.Milena laughed, “We do, but it’s different.”“Is it?.