He was in a long term relationship but his girlfriend was on an extended work assignment. He stated that he was looking for someone to watch porn and ...asturbate with. In my aroused mindset I figured that was something I could do and it'd provide me with at least some level of sexual interaction since I'd be with another person. If at any point he'd said he was interested in anything more, I don't think I would have responded or agreed to meet. I feel like I can say that pretty confidently as I. ........I got to work the next day, and was sitting in the canteen, having my coffee before I started work. A hand touched my shoulder, and then Niki sat down opposite me.“That was fun last night,” she said, “I found it a real turn on. My pussy was wet all night.”“Have to to it again then.” I said, and was answered by a big smile on Niki’s face.“Did you like my panties ?” she asked.“Sure did, had a good wank while I sniffed them.” I replied.“Did you ?”, she said “Well, I’ll have to give you. I lived alone in a small one bedroom flat so I could lock the doors and hide for the next two days whilst I worked out my best way out of this mess. I quickly got home having a head start on the rush hour traffic. Home at last. opening a beer from the fridge I couldn't stop thinking things over; Helen had actually twanged my tights! How did she know? How was she so sure of what I was wearing? I'd been regularly wearing tights since my uni days and never been caught. I'd always been extra. He was also still alive.Stella's eyebrow raised, and she wrote Paul's name on a notepad,underlining it twice before going back to the Betancourt file.Arnold was the son of Phyllis Hanton and George Betancourt, Harvey's olderbrother. Phyllis divorced George, however, and disowned them both becauseshe wanted to have 'nothing to do with his genes', a statement primarilyfueled by George's chronic gambling. Stella quietly surmised this to be afactor in Arnold's own materialistic tendencies.George's.