She was."Come with me," she said as she took my hand and led me to the house.We walked in silence through the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom.... The door to the spare room was still open. As I looked in I could see the small cum stain on the duvet cover. The door to our bedroom was closed, and while opening the door she paused, gesturing with her hand to both doorways."Which one?" she asked.I pulled her into the spare room and gave her a deep kiss."I'm going to do to you what he should. She was so wet! I raised myhead and started licking as much of her slit as I could reach, and usedher own juices on my index finger to insert it into her ass. She startedhumping back against my finger and my tongue between thrusts as shecontinued her assault on Kayla.Her thrusts became slower and deeper and I knew she was there. I plungedmy tongue into her pussy and fingered her ass as she cried out for thesecond time that night. Marisa had stopped fucking Kayla, so Kaylastarted bucking. Who knows?”“That’s kind of scary,”“It’s not scary,” she said, “not for me anyway because I’ve got your interest and you certainly have mine. It’s a shame we have a table between us I could get you all worked up again or you could return the favour,” she said smiling seductively and stroking the inside of my knee under the table.I took a few sips of lukewarm coffee to interrupt the thrill I felt from her touch and her seductive turn of phrase.My thoughts were that it seemed she considered me to. Then she started changing my work attire. at first it wasn't so bad . instead of men's pants, it was female trousers. Instead of a man's shirt and tie, I had to wear a women's shirt , the colors were a little more pastel. A female's thin belt was added later on in the week. The new shoes that were black loafers, or brown I had to buy at a women's shoe store, so even though they were rather unisex looking, it added a definite feminine flair to my clothes . Which were slowly looking more and more.