... long since passed lunch and she always checked with me before slipping out of the building. Damn her! Where had she fucked off to without saying o...t?Yanking open the other door I stepped out into the corridor glancing up and down it`1s length hoping to catch sight of her. Nothing.... the corridor empty.I quickly glanced through the open door of the office kitchen expecting her there, waiting for the kettle to boil... a cigarette between her slender fingers. No.... the kitchen was empty.. I had felt an attraction to her from the moment she hugged me and finding out she was off the market actually made me feel a pang of jealousy. After he arrived he clearly wanted to get away and she excused herself, apologising again for the earlier confusion. * * * * I didn’t see her again for a few weeks, although she had been on my mind. One weekend James asked if his best friend could come over. It turned out he was talking about Cassie. I promised myself I would remember she had a boyfriend. It took a moment to register what was happening, and then I realised that Claire was fucking me with the handle of one of the croquet mallets! And it was an amazing feeling, as I sucked in her smell and the taste of mingled sweat and pussy juice, to have my lover sitting astride my captive body, and ramming this phallic pole in and out of my vagina, with deeper and longer strokes.‘Oh, jeez, honey, yes!’ I moaned, muffled by having a face full of sweetly opened labia. A further thrust made me. That fateful Monday afternoon, after being lectured by Linda (again) and catching Val whispering about her lack of fashion sense (again), Amy caught Sam “accidentally” dropping a pencil in front of her boss’ door. She slowly bent over to pick it up, showing off her short skirt and toned thighs, and Amy just lost it.She followed Sam to the breakroom and confronted her. “You know Phil would never fall for a bimbo like you, right?” she snapped.“Wow, Amy. I knew you were jealous of me, but I didn’t.