I finally asked her what it was. She was so tired she almost fainted in the bathroom.I took her to her bedroom let her relax there. She fell asleep. I...saw a light from her laptop and I opened it. I saw there were wedding photos of her ex-husband and his bitch. I finally knew what happened. I crashed on her couch and woke her up the next day with a coffee.I took her out for the whole day. She was different. She didn’t talk much. I used to go to her home daily now. Most of the days she would miss. Her beautiful figure-to-be was just being to announce itself. There was still extra weight in the wrong places, but the sight of her nude would definitely bring most cocks to attention even now.Alex was finding it harder and harder to work with her on a completely professional basis. He was lingering longer and longer after each session to talk with her. Their early morning runs and swims had become the highlight of his life. Still, he had made no physical show of affection, nor spoken any. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself mostly, begging almost, saying ‘yes… yes… yes…’ over and over again, my mouth opening wide and my hips pumping unbidden, desperate for sensation between my legs.I heard a laugh of pure wicked joy from the man behind me and his grip in my hair tightened. ‘Is the slut wet?’ he asked.The other man. Slowly, and with teasing pauses, I recount my imaginings. Over time the tale has grown longer, new details have been added, but the general outline remains the same.]The story always starts at the point where I say to Ty and Monique, ‘Can I make a suggestion?’ When I go on to explain what i have in mind there is a long pause. Have I gone too far, misjudged my colleagues? If so, how will I ever recover? The silence is broken by Monique. Nothing in her expression reveals her reaction. She simply.