My eye was drawn to the slight bulge in the front of hisuniform pants. The supervisor stood up."Prove it," he said."Just what did you have in mind?" ... asked. Any other time I normally wearpanties and would have been happy to just stand up and reveal them, but fortrips such as this, I avoided it."The burden of proof here lies with the accused," he said matter-of-factly.He gestured to a hospital screen in the corner. "Prove it." His intentwas fairly clear; he wanted me to put on some of the. But first, you get up to wear something you know I would like. You go to change and come back to the computer. You are wearing a short silk robe and black stockings. You know how I love the feel of your delicious legs wearing silky stockings on my shoulders when I have my tongue in your pussy!As you are reading, your hand starts to softly caress you leg and slowly slide up to your inner thigh just above the lace top. You close your eyes for a minute and tilt your head back. Your finger. He leaned over and gave me a searching kiss on the lips. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. God, the effect of the kiss and the Coke had me so turned on. I didn't want him to stop. I was getting warm, my nipples were hard and my pussy was dripping.Troy started the car and we made our way to downtown Savannah. It had been so long since my husband and I had been to a club. I'd heard good things about Deja Groove but had never been there. We took another hit of Coke before leaving the car. I. ‘Maryann, how good to see you!’ Roger voice seemed heavy with emotion. ‘I’ll just bet,’ sarcasm permeated her thoughts, ‘if you’re so happy to see me, why didn’t you call,’ Hoping to sound normal, she said, a little too cheerfully, ‘Hi, Roger! What a surprise!.’ They chatted about the weather, the bingo game and their kids before Roger finally asked, ‘Maryann, would you consider going out with me again?’ Forgetting that she was in a public place, Maryann exploded. ‘Look Roger, you don’t have.