When do you want the answer by?”“Friday?”“That sounds fair.”“By the way all this is ‘Commercial-in-Confidence’ so please warn whoever....��“Yes, ma’am, Miss Grace!”Grace told Hugh Walker what she had done the next morning.“Well done again, Grace! Let’s make a tentative plan for you, Peter and me to get together at ten next Monday.”“Thanks, Hugh. I’ll go and warn him off.”Hugh smiled at her. “No, Grace, let the girls earn their pay.”Grace did not smile. She grinned cheekily. “Oh the joys of being. Still smiling, she stood over me and knelt down placing her hands on my chest and positioning her firm ass over me. Her body started moving, grinding, on my penis, she was wet. I was so hard at this point it hurt, I couldn’t believe this was happening. One hand moved down and held my penis upright; hovering over me she looked me in the eyes wanting to see my reaction to what was next. At first just my head went in, I started shaking, slowly she lowered herself onto me, taking all of. She'd slipped away from the festivities and sought refuge in the 'Female' Toilets. Confident that she had not been seen by Chief Commissioner Christine Nixon, the blonde 'Miss Victoria Police' had found a 'Ladies Loo' on the next floor up - a sympathetic waitress had assured Marsha that she would have all the privacy she needed. Entering the toilets, the policegirl started unbuttoning her crisp, tight-fitting uniform blouse, unaware that she would not be alone!"OH..." she'd gasped with. Fantasies are healthy and part of life. That’s all well and good, although my fantasies are now starting to get out of control.A few months ago, I was at my girlfriend’s house. Her mum has recently returned home from a day out and immediately went to have a shower and get changed. Thinking nothing of it, it wasn’t until I went to the bathroom later that night, where my opportunist mindset kicked in. As I finished up doing the toilet, I went to the dirty laundry basket in the hope of finding her.