It wasn't a violent orgasm but it felt so long and exquisitely drawn out of me that I felt like I was a puppet who's strings had been cut, to lie limp...in this chair. She waited a moment after I was done and then slowly eased me to the floor beside the desk with just quiet touches directing me. I could barely look up when I heard the rustling of her dress falling but the beauty revealed drew my attention. She slowly took it all off, to reveal that she hadn't chosen to wear underwear tonight.. I knew she would be gone for quite some time and I must have passed by her lap top three times before I decided to snoop. For some reason, I didn't go to her email or Facebook, I went searching through her desktop and documents folder. Right at the top of the desktop was a video file named “Seattle”. I opened it as I knew she had recently gone to Seattle to see friends, but was shocked to find what looked like a cell phone video of a hotel room. At first no one was in frame, then Jill walked. Why you might wonder? I realized when my hand flowed around looking for the fabric that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Guilty,” I heard quietly escape from her lips, “I was hoping you noticed at your house.” “Well,” I uttered nervously, “I figured you were wearing a thong.” She started to kiss me more vigorously and parted her lips. It was the only invitation needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her. We had breakfast and then showered and went to get dressed. Stacey leant Sally Anne a denim skirt and a fresh pair of blacksatin panties. Sally Anne put her corset back on and was soonfairly respectably dressed. I stood there in a dilemma - I hada cassock but what do I wear underneath!Seeing my problem, Sally Anne said, "I wore sexy lingerie belowthe cassock when I wore it so you can do the same."She went to Stacey and soon reappeared with a sexy pair of redsatin and lace panties and I dressed.