How is your diary looking?”“I’ve a meeting at the Ministry on Friday to discuss a possible new project. Other than that only internal matters wh...ch are not immovable.”“I’ll talk to Mr. Brown and ring you back, but would later today or early tomorrow suit you?”“Please yourself. I only work here. Whatever the boss wants, I do,” he replied sarcastically.“Oh dear. I know that tone of voice. Do I have to remind you that you own a quarter of this company and are a Director?”“As a shareholder I am. And loved it.Finally on the evening of that third day, I called a halt, saying that I was going to have to take a break for a few hours or my cock would get sensitive and I wouldn't be able to do anything for days while it recovered. Ima agreed that it would be best to take a little time off.So we showered and went out and for the first time I got to see some of the attractions of the city of London. I love seeing new places and looking back on history and London was both to me. Although Ima. Her fingernail tugged gently at the hem of the skirt to lift it another half inch. Her legs quivered slightly, as did mine as I followed her finger up that beautiful trail. Her other hand brought her white wine to her mouth and she drank deeply from her glass. Replacing the glass on the table she took the wetness on her fingers from the condensation from the wine glass and placed her finger between her breasts. She made a slippery trail from side to side, opening the front of her dress a little. I gave it a little wiggle and said "do you still want to get in the hot tub?". He looked down at his dick in my hand, and said "for sure". I wiggled it a little harder with a smile and said, I'll meet you out there.Things were building up between us, and part of me wanted to kick it up, and part of me wanted to drag things out... but how much longer could I drag it out before he fucks me? Should I even let him fuck me? I wanted him to, but would that be too far? At this point, I don't think it.