I feel your cock twitch and look up at you patiently waiting. Your hands fondle clumsily for your belt and I laugh. I remove it for you as I don't wan... to waste any more time. I slide it off and unbutton your trousers as I do. You tug desperately at the hem and push them to your feet. Now it's only your boxers to go. I pull on your boxers, hooking my fingers in each side and slowly lowering them. You always wear your Armani briefs. I kiss along the V of your hips and begin to lower my mouth as. Inside was a dossier of a man in his early 50s, a man named NathanWellington. The name Wellington struck a chord. "Isn't that from oneof those billionaire conglomerates?" Timmy asked as Gladys looked on.He was still unsure of what he was reading as he paged through thedocument. Nathan Wellington, single, lived alone in his lavish estateeven grander than the one Ted and Gladys lived in. He'd been marriedtwice before but things just never worked out. After several more yearsof being single. She was damn wet again. She put her finger in her pussy, which glided deep in her valley due to the wetness. She was thinking about his action and rubbing her pussy, and she didn’t realize when she dozed off.The next morning she woke up, and she was horny again. She checked her phone and found out that her hubby was out of station for 3 days. She woke up and went for a bath. She went to the office but keep thinking about Amit. She took a half-day and went to the supermarket for shopping.While. I was at the point where I was counting days 'till retirement, a practice I'd always abhorred among public servants. That night I had showered, downed a vodka and tonic and was looking out the curtains of my room across the hotel's atrium. Years ago I would have looked out of that atrium and felt the hum of life: laughter, debate, pain, lust, love, joy and confusion, but in some kind of context that ended with my continuing to see the general pleasure in existence. Now I was trying desperately.