These four hours were all his. Vic approached the dresser and inserted his key. All their dressers had locks on them to keep the maids out, but Vic ...ad the only key to this one. He had the drawers neatly arranged: bras, panties, garters, stockings in the top drawer; the second contained blouses and tops; the third held the skirts and a couple of short dresses; and the last held three different colored pairs of 3" heeled pumps; black, red, and purple and a bag of assorted nights. He moved. “And?” “And what?” he rebuked. “Did you enjoy making love to her?” asked Jennifer. She felt foolish and sheepish, but also very curious about this side of things. Part of her was also jealous that another girl had had Ric’s attentions at one point. “Sex is sex. You don’t have to love someone to sleep with them. Making love is… well it’s different,” Ric shrugged. “So it was just sex then?” “Yes. Binny was just sex. She was just there at the time, so we did it. I suppose you disprove of all. She did spin around to wave, then continued to her house.The next day, I was at work. I worked in a sales office, and we had just hired a new temp secretary for me a month ago. Her name was Kristi. Her blonde her was shoulder length and lightly-curled. She had a nice figure, was about 38-40, probably B-cup breasts, but perky. Mainly, she was a damn good secretary (I know, now they're called administrative assistants) and was working out nicely in that role.That afternoon, I overhead getting. We kissed passionately at this moment. There was something very special and intimate about me carrying her over and kissing her with that kind of affection. We were like two lovers who hadn't seen each other in awhile and now was the moment of reconciliation. The entire moment was surreal. In the public's eye this would be considered wrong and in some instances a jail term but no one would ever know about this (except my older brother at a later date) and nothing we are doing here was i*****l..