Sean opened a file on his desk with Claudia’s name on it. The bookkeeper promoted to personal banker fidgeted her pretty bottom nervously in the smo...th leather chair. She wondered why she had been summoned into the inner sanctum for an extended meeting. Was it a meeting about her job performance? After looking at her file her husband closed the file and looks at his bookkeeper with displeasure. Sean got up told Amy he was not to be disturbed and closed the sound proof doors.Sean noticed. She stood in her thong when I looked at her and she was also naked. "You have beautiful breasts!" I told Windy. "You have a nice ass!" Are they laughing. I knew she meant it, but that they also referred to as equal more beautiful. We both got into bed and I turned out the light. "Good night, see you tomorrow!" 'sleep well! " I said back. I was already fifteen minutes and I turned up a lot in bed, I did not feel at ease until I suddenly felt a hand on my belly. Windy rubbed her hand over my. At first I thought it was to sneak a look but perhaps it was some second-sense, a foreboding, drawing my eye to the peephole rather than greet my expected visitor with a smile and hello. Frozen now, blinking. Sucking in a large lungful of air. I shake my head, close my eyes, rub them. Then trembling, I look again. My brain shouts, two years – almost to the day! Then I think and correct myself, two years to the day. The day we last spoke. A day I was so happy, complete. But the new day wasn’t as. As his tongue increased the speed of its thrusts, occasionally pulling out to lap at her distended clitoris, his hands stealthily crept around her thighs and up to her breasts. He could feel the rapid pace of her breath beneath their swells, and her erect nipples cried out for contact. Lubricating two fingers with her juices, he gently stroked the hard buds, caressing and squeezing the flesh they crowned with the palms of his hands.In, out, in. Stroke, caress, squeeze. Deeper, harder, faster..