A heat pulsating from inches behind her, she turned around to come nose to nose with her new boss.‘You’re a good girl, aren’t you?’ He purred,...‘Getting on with your work like that.’ His muscular arms pinned her chair down, she was trapped. ‘Haven’t you ever wanted to be…’ He raised an eyebrow, ‘Bad?’ ‘Sir,’ Gabriella swallowed, ‘I’m a married woman.’ She tried to ignore the sudden wetness in her lacy panties – a gift from Jamie just last Christmas. ‘Go on Gabby…’ He whispered, sexual tension. We had a great evening together; you will realise of course that it didn’t end when we got back to the flat. We were both still hyped up from the live music, and I ended up in Vee’s bed.Luckily, a couple of days of relative respite since that over-energetic Thursday night with my sister had recharged Gustav’s batteries, and Vee’s small but perfectly formed body was soon bouncing up and down on him, her delicious boobs safely cupped in my hands as she relieved her itch.“Oh god, Jon, I could have. They'd always wanted to go with Dave to see Aunt Shae when he'd made his visits to her, but Dave had shied away from taking them. It came down to the fact it was a ten-hour car ride one way, and he was really doubtful he could handle the two boys on the trip by himself. After all, when they'd come to Bradford, it had been in Dayna and Sandy's motor home with people and things to divert them, and it had been at night so they'd slept most of the way, anyway. Worse, they'd have to endure the trip. But with the invitation there, politeness dictated that I accept. I entered, letting Mrs Hotter show me into the lounge. “Would you like a drink?” she said. “After all, you are of an age now, aren’t you?”Was it just my imagination, or was there something in her tone? I was still far too inexperienced to tell. “Thank you,” I said. “That would be lovely.”I sounded like a prat. Who was I, pretending I belonged in this swanky looking lounge? But Mrs Hotter merely went over to the sideboard and.