But she was only aware of the hot hardness pressing against her, insistent yet motionless, waiting for invitation. The tension was unbearable, and Jab...n was vibrating with need. John – her husband, her life partner, the man who had taken her virginity – seemed so distant. Could she? Should she? Just one little motion of her hips, one little change in angle… Jabin couldn’t breathe, and passion was blurring her mind. Samir paused too, looking at Jabin’s face. Something had shifted in an instant,. I revel in his vulnerability knowing soon he will see my own and pay homage. Ever so slowly the climb of cotton on skin as he drags my nightie up my thighs. I hear him intake slowly and deeply as he caresses my smooth thigh and silken leg. ‘My God I love you’ in my ear as his lips find my neck and brand me with a hard sucking kiss. I press my backside against him trapping his hard length between us. ‘OHHHHHH yessssss’ is my reward and I press again, smiling. He holds himself still against me. He looked down, wiping his glasses, while he frantically tried to gather both his composure and his thoughts. He felt incredibly moved, and embarrassed, and completely unable to respond adequately to the moment. He glanced over to his staff but found them equally flustered and nervous. They looked back to him for guidance. The entire room was silent. Everyone waited patiently for the Secretary-General to compose himself, to gather his thoughts, and to respond."Very well," he finally muttered,. I end up sitting on the floor, I pick my glass up, that I had put down to move and finish the glass. I stand up and without thinking I pick Doris up and carry her up the stairs to her room, I lay her down, and flip on the light. I remove her shoes and place her in bed. No fuss. I cover with a blanket and switch off the light. I walk down stairs clean up and when I am done I look at the clock. One o’clock. The big standing clock chimes as if it has a voice of it’s own. I make my way up stairs,.