“Baby girl?”“Yes?” Lexi finally looked me in the eyes again, shyly.“It is super-hot in here. Since you don’t seem to mind me looking at yo...… Why don’t you take off that shirt?”That ball of ice was there still, melting in my stomach and almost giving me chills. What I was doing was wrong in many forms, but it would never had gotten to that point if she didn’t seem to be waiting for it. In fact, she seemed to be begging for it, her way. And I was craving for her already.Lexi widened her eyes,. Her hands felt kind of cold and wetand then I looked in the mirror and noticed she had just stuck breastson my chest. Effectively I was being asked if I wanted to look like aman with breasts dressed as a French Maid!I knew at this point that I was well and truly stuck. Whilst part ofme did not want to be standing here in panties, with my dick tuckedfirmly between my legs arguing with my wife as I looked in the mirrorat these false breasts which had just been stuck to my hairless chest Iknew. .. when you're near...There's no way ... any hurt ... can get through... This time, Inez took the lead-in to the chorus, which brought us together vocally one final time.Longing to spend ... every moment of the day ... with you...Suddenly ... the wheels are in motion...And I, I'm ... ready to sail any ocean...Suddenly ... I don't need the answers...'Cause I, I'm ... ready to take all my chances with you... As we drew out the final "you" and then let it go, we were now standing a foot or less. She answered on the third ring.“Amber, can you come into my office for a moment, please? I need you to chase a few things up for me if you don’t mind,” Amelia asked.The young secretary was fighting the urge to touch herself under her desk.“Certainly, Head Mistress.” She licked her lips as Amelia ended the call and she put the receiver down.Amber Fox picked up a notepad and pen and pushed her swivel chair back and away from her desk. She got to her feet and walked out from around the large.