My legs opened to the stimulus and I closed my eyes – a not infrequent sequence of events in my sexual responses I have noticed. I sensed rather fel... him bend to kiss my mouth, His breath smelled faintly and pleasantly of curry and garlic and his tongue seemed to be tasting me before moving down my neck. He had now inserted his thumb inside me while his finger toyed with my rear entry. He took his time with my breasts and I heard the two of them whispering but decided I was more interested in. I wore an old faded T shirt and rugby shorts, ran a company Ford and cycled to the gym. She was an attractive woman, I put her at about 38 years old, 5 years older than me, with a great body that she worked to maintain, not hard and athletic but smooth and shapely, and she was always immaculately dressed, her hair was auburn and shoulder length, she wore it down most of the time and in a simple pony tail when in the gym. I must admit that I thought her husband was a lucky man, coming home to. “You’re very kind. There’s nothing to say, really. We were perfect for one another, but it was not to be. Life goes on.”Vicky stood for a moment as if trying to find a way to help, then shrugged and went back to her office. He sat down and looked at the pile of files waiting for his attention. He sighed and got down to work.He buried himself in the backlog of work, not stopping for lunch. He worked past the normal finishing time, for there was no reason to go home. At seven Vicky returned to. “Madam, you have the wrong door. Clients are served around front.” The speaker stood behind the desk, his spotless jacket and pants at home in the precisely appointed lobby.“I think I have come to the right place. I wish to apply to join.”“To join? Madam, we are not a club that one must join to enjoy. Our services are available to anyone with the requisite coin and respect for our members.”“But you are a guild that one must join to sell ... the services you sell.”“Yes, madam, we are a guild for.