”“Is he married?” I asked.“I don’t know,” she replied. “Between you and me, I wouldn’t care. I just want him to be impressed enough wi...h my work to keep me around. Anything else, I would consider a fringe benefit.”I was stunned by her honesty.“Please don’t say anything,” she requested.She tuned off her computer and grabbed her purse. As we walked to the front door, I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. She stepped out of the darkened office and I walked her to her car, where I wished. She turned the soft corners of her mouth up slightly before dropping them off the end of her fingers and back into the drawer. Returning to her wardrobe, she then removed a black button-through blouse and black pencil skirt and laid those on the bed. She rolled the dress up into a ball and threw it into a space in the corner of the bedroom. Black will always fill a space. Lydia left her apartment at just after seven in the evening, as she always did on a Friday night. She pushed the button to. Her mother was upset, but not obviously so. Marie knew that it was because her father and brother had been killed at the Battle of the Somme. Still, she was the perfect hostess to their guest. Marie did not know if her mother knew that her father was an active partisan.The four of them made small talk over dinner. There were many uncomfortable silences at the table, but Christof was naturally charming and did not come off as an arrogant officer of a conquering army.When the meal ended, Marie. She was wearing a tight fitting sweater which did nothing to hide a pair of large breasts as I looked down I saw a slim fitting black skirt and sheer black stockings, she was wearing 4" heels in shiney black leather. Sharon encouraged me to lie on a bench and strapped my arms above my head, a belt wwas secured around my middle, finally my ankles were secured to a spreader bar. She reached over and proceeded to kiss me more, my dick was as hard as it's ever been, Sharon reached down and caressed.