It was Mireille that had come up with the lewd proposition to help him in his dilemma. She was gravely in need of a potent man outside of her marriage...and he was getting to old and too important to be sent on dangerous physically demanding missions.He still hadn’t been able to conclude weather Mireille was abusing him or if he was a willing party. He knew one thing though, that once she started, the feelings of resentment he had were quickly pushed aside by the warmth of her twat and sphincter. My heartbeat rising, the butterflies on my stomach as I gazed into the peep hole. Finally I hear the back door open and they walk in. She didn't notice her bag down by the bathroom so they both go upstairs. She comes back downstairs about 30 seconds later. She falls for it, hallelujah! She walks into the bathroom flips on the light switch, confused look on her face and all, and closes the door behind her. She removes the straps of her one-piece, one at a time, not quite yet exposing her. I directed him to the bathroom told him I would be in the kitchen. He had his travel bag with him. Making coffee getting the cups I heard him walking down the steps. He walked up behind me wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. H e ran his hands all over from my breast to my legs, I let him caress me pushing back to him. He unbuttoned the first button of my sheer blouse then the second and so on. He took my blouse off spinning me around gazing at my corset. AMAZING he gasp followed by. At 26 years old, Emily was still in excellent shape. She had long, blondish hair which she died a paler shade, and a pretty “girl next door” face with big sensual lips, large round, blue eyes behind large, thick framed and slightly geeky glasses, and a soft, feminine jawline. She was petite in stature at just under five feet tall, which she liked to bolster with high heels. She had small, feminine hands and feet, and slim ankles leading up to well shaped legs, which were long for her short.