"I started thinking, trying to choose something we could talk about but I couldn't think of anything that quickly. Maybe this simply wasn't the right ...oment for conversation? I turned my head towards her and looked deep into her eyes making no effort to hide anything. I noticed how she looked back, with a questioning face and a slight blush beginning to spread across her cheeks.Slowly I bent my head forward, seeing how her lovely soft lips came closer and closer and suddenly there it was. My. "See, I'm pushing your limits, well done." he praised her, but it was no carvery he took her to a dingy back door to anonymous block of shops or offices, it opened onto a poorly lit corridor with peeling paintwork, she looked closer and decided it was in fact peeling wall paper, and then he ordered her to turn left and climb the stairs.Her heart pounded, "It's not a carvery is it?" she said."No, it's a test," he admitted, "what do you want?" he asked, "Sex, go home, or trust me." What?" she. And im pretty sure she knows she is hot. she knows i want her . but i also know she wants me too. can i get you anything to drink ?she offers. No thank you im good . please sit then she take one end of the couch and i take the other. she sits one leg on the floor she sits on the other legs spread pussy in clear veiw for me , we attempt small talk but i finally had enough my cock is rock hard ready to burst through my jeans. I ask her so when did you masturbate last? she laughs and smiles , last. I even empathized with what he was dealing with. However, it was difficult to feel close to him during this period. Our sex life had become non-existent. Although I was distressed as I witnessed my husband wallow in self-pity and depression, I was genuinely enjoying working for Tom. Tom was kind, witty, intelligent and charming. At fifty two years old, he had that distinguished look of an older man of power and influence that some younger women find so very attractive. He also kept himself.