I’m not imagining things am I?” I blushed and started to say “Mrs Jones I...” when she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me clo...e to her chair. “Because I have a crush on you...” she whispered. My dick was growing fast and she lightly traced the outline with her other hand. “Why don’t you come over to my house tonight?” She asked. “My husband is out of town and it’s a Friday, you could tell your parents you’ll be spending the night at a friends house. Sound good?” I was so. On Friday, a man, Mr. Reese, who said he was one of Bill's lawyers contacted her on the telephone. He had some papers that needed signing, he said.She walked into Mr. Reese's office and stopped dead in her tracks. Something crawling up the back of her neck told her not to trust this man. She had never had such a strong compelling feeling before. Before she thought about what she was doing, she acted on it. She turned on her heel and left the ancient secretary standing there with an open. From his shoulders to his arms and neck, then down the length of his back, a good kneading of his toned ass cheeks then down to his legs and feet. Despite the frequent exposure to his naked body, I never tired of seeing it. His mother worked as a nurse and often worked long, odd hours. Living with only his mother, we often were left to our own devices and I tended to hang around. This allowed plenty of time for shenanigans and ogling. I laid back on my back, adjusting my sunglasses, and. I got the usual ‘Oh, I am so sorry to hear that!’ when I explained why I was alone. Then, wisely they pretty much let that be. I knew some of the staff had used their radios to warn the rest not to inquire, that I appreciated. I never have to pay for rooms there, they are free to me for all time if I like. A limo picks me up at the airport, and meals are on the house, part of the big win a few years ago. So I asked for and got a suite that we had never stayed in before, somehow that was.