Well, almost no one. As she closed the door behind her, she walked quietly across the familiar foyer and over to a door at the far end of the hall. Wi...h a final deep breath, she opened the door handle and entered a stairwell leading to the basement. Each step on the carpeted stairs felt long and drawn out. It was only a dozen paces or so but it felt like descending the full length of the bleachers in a stadium. It always felt that way though. The haunting trek never got easier. She finally. Employee hu,,,mera kaam feild ka hai,,,to mujhe adhiktar yha waha jan apadta hai for meetings and for other official work.Kbhi kbhi office ki jeep mili hai nd kbhi bus me b safar krna hota ha……So…Ye bat…Abhi 15-20 din pahle hai..Mere jeep k driver ka call aya ki sir jeep 26 janvry tak nahi aasakti to,,,mene kaha thik hai me bus se kaam nipta lunga,,and mujhe..Is bich badwani ke pass kukshi(place name ) jana pada jo krib 4-5 hrs ka safar tha,,,,me bus me chad gya,,,bus me sabse aaage se chada oe. She hugs me as soon as I open my eyes and smiles. "What a nice surprise my dear"She whispers in my ear, bites a bit my lobe and caresses the back of my neck.I embrace her and we roll over at her rug in a long hug, taking turns to be on top.I kiss her smile and baby boobies, lick her skin down to her second sexy smile.I suck her sexy slit for a while, while she munches my male member to more might.I like the sweet sexy salty taste of her wet snatch, which turns me on even more.My horny hot host. I catch sight of an event poster pinned on the wall and smile. “Jams, Pickles and Preserves” is a title stolen from a WI recipe book, and the poster’s arty picture of jam jars is hideous. Posters are plastered all over town but the wily LPWI members, adopting a ‘what happens at WI stays at WI’ approach to Lucy’s events, do a great job of hiding the truth behind the façade.I let the curtain fall when Lucy takes the stage to rapturous applause. It's time. Shedding my robe, I give my cock another.