There was a Secretary to the Medical Superintendent – let’s call her Jaya – she was one “Charakku” sexy bitch. But at that time I did not ha...e any feelings for her as I was truly innocent. She must have been observing me because after four months of my stay there I had my first encounter with her. It was a Sunday – I clearly remember the day – as most of the people staying in our quarters had gone to church. I had not gone as I was feeling unwell.By the way our staying quarters consisted of a. Naturally I found the idea intriguing that more paintings might be around. Alas, I knew nothing, not one damn thing, about the art world. I showed the painting to a few people who might know it, but apparently it wasn’t a Rembrandt or van Gogh. I was ready to give up on the idea when I realized I was an idiot. Uncle William was still very much alive. Maybe he knew something about it. It meant admitting I’d been sneaking around in his attic, but since it was twenty years past it seemed safe to. He then took the loops at the sides of my jeans and slid them down to my ankles. He stood up letting go of me and I could hear him behind me unbuckling his belt. I heard him open the zipper of his work pants and heard him spitting, presumably on his cock. I felt the movement behind me as he was most likely stroking his cock into an erection while spitting on it getting it ready to go boldly where it had been once before.He inched closer to me and positioned his heat seeking missile between. "Mike, I'm sorry... I mean, I didn't mean to make you jump." He laughed for the first time since the 'bang' and explained why he had not heard her coming.Kate looked round her. "No power?" Mike confirmed the problem. "Right," Kate said, "Decision time is here; stop faffing about, close the door behind you, and come and have a hot drink and something to eat. I insist." And she turned and walked off. Mike decided she was right and, closing the door behind him, followed her across the road.Mike.