You know the sort. The sort that externally exudes complete professionalism and makes out she has ice water running through her veins but inside is a ...ot, smouldering cauldron of desire. A lusty temptress that just needs to be released from her shackles.I manoeuvred her to the back of the room and made sure I sat next to her. When the lights went down I put my hand on her knee. She didn't object. I slid it higher. She still didn't object, so I carried on further. My hand slid effortlessly along. Of course she wasn’t above using all of her assets to help close a big sale always dressed professional yet sexy for her male clients. Showing a little skin was OK if it gave her the edge she thought.43 year old Norman Davis was deeply saddened by his wife’s death but found new life when he met Lisa a year later. They dated less than a year before Norman realized Lisa was his “soul mate” and proposed to her.Norman was a good provider for his family and, as Regional Sales Manager, found himself. "Fuck Mam ! She said you were our birthday present and Auntie Christine is coming today to celebrate it with us so you're still ours" Katie said rather loudly !There were a few people in the pub now. The girls stood up up and wandered towards the toilet. I watched them and saw them stop and talk to to Sheila for a couple of minutes.I looked at my watch and saw it was only 12.30. The bottle was nearly empty so, totally against my sensible judgement, I thought id get another.I walked to the bar. He took her hand and kissed it. She let out a sweet giggle. They both enjoyed a few more drinks and flirting. Maricela couldn't help but stare in Maxwells green eyes."Wow" she thought, "he's so handsome he could have any girl but he wants me!" This excited her greatly and before she knew it she had reached her limit."I think I've had enough I'm getting tipsy!" She said."Okay darlin' let me get the tab, do you live around here?" He asked"Yes I do" she smiled. "right across the street in fact".