She put her hands on the base of her shirt and looked into my eyes sheepishly, her short hair framed her face so nicely. “You too…” she said qui...tly. I ripped my shirt over my head like I was trekking around in the summertime no problem and hungrily watched her do the same. In the limited light I saw her olive flesh creep out of her top.She wore no bra (I didn’t know what they were all about back then) and her expectedly small and perky breasts bounced out immediately as her shirt came off over. "A soda is fine" I reply. The house is beatiful; old colonial with tall ceilings. Nothing like mylittle crampedlittle row house. He puts the bags down on the coffe table "Open it UP"he saysI sit down and begin to go thru the bag. Its bigger then I remeber at the store;I laugh tomyself. its got a beatiful mushroom head with viens on the side of the shaft. itfeelsmassive in my hands; like it belongs to an a****l. The man returns with my soda and hands it to me. I place the dildo down andtake. Do you want to fuck me... Me being the shy type just stood there with my chin on the floor. She pushed me into a cubicle and started snogging me. I thought to myself you lucky fucker. I turned her round and poked my hard dick (still in my pants) against her ass whilst i got my self a hand full of bra covered tits under her cleaners overall and kissed and gently bit her neck.All the time you could hear people coming in and out of the toilets. This seemed to turn her on more, so i worked my way. Bowman?" Absolutely not!" Charles replied. "That's totally unprofessional and a great way to lose an assistant!"We had transported down an AI interface unit; it powered up and intoned, "Based upon biometric scans, the Doctor is telling the truth. The concubine who was Shelley Atkinson is accusing him falsely. Doctor, whether you have had sex with the woman Susan Bowman is irrelevant to her request -- and your concubine's opinion of the matter is equally irrelevant. However, it may be prudent.