’ I made no move. ‘Please? Could I come in? I’m cold.’ Well, I had been in love with her, and truth to tell, I had never stopped. Besides, I�...m not an asshole. I stood aside and let her enter. I led her into the dining alcove. ‘Coffee?’ I asked. She smiled weakly. ‘Please.’ I quickly brewed a double batch of espresso. I poured a couple of demi-tasses, and set hers before her. We had been making small-talk of the very small variety. When she sipped her coffee, she said, ‘Mmmm, glorious.’ She. I jumped a mile in the air. But as I turned, I was greeted with the sight of my good colleague, Sonia, with her skirt and panties bunched around her ankles and two fingers of her right hand buried in her shaven cunt.I stood there stunned. Both of us did. The situation was so erotic but so embarressing."I... I, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise anyone was in here..." I managed to stutter out."It's ok, it's my fault." Sonia replied. I felt I should leave, but I couldn't move, the sight was too. They stood there in silence. Katie wondered if Marquis was even interested. As she turned to go back inside, he put his arm around her waist and pulled Katie into him. His hard on pressed against her impressive cheeks, tucking her tight, party, dress in deep."Ohh, yes," Katie mouthed, unable to do anything but give in to the erotic emotion.She wiggled in to his hard on and whimpered. Not being able to help herself Katie started gyrating against Marquis's big, hard, manhood. He was big. Nice and. She halted when she saw him standing there. Without making any attempt to cover up, she asked impatiently, ‘Who are you?’ ‘Major Jeffrey Tremaine, General Burgoyne’s staff, ma’am.’ Her tone changed quickly. ‘Major Tremaine, I’ve heard of you.’ She moved closer. ‘I’m Emily Rousseau. I haven’t seen you here before. I’d remember. He had heard about this woman before. She was the wife of a commissary officer and now was the General’s mistress. The officer had definitely decided that his.