She leaned in to me and we kissed, the intoxicating taste of cherry lip balm once again capturing my attention. She must have worn it over her lipstic.... "Untie me Rachel." I begged her softly. Her tongue touched mine as she slipped it in my open mouth. I made out with her tongue for a while, until she pulled away and gazed into my eyes. "Not tonight baby." she whispered. "Tonight you're all mine." She must have seen my worried expression, because she continued soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt. “Oh god yes, I remember you walking in front of me and thinking to myself ‘What a sexy fucking ass she has' and how I should have hit on you when we had been on that project , but you had a boyfriend...” “And you fucked Linda that night.” “She told you that too?” “Remember I said I was horny that day!" she said. "I remember Linda telling me that I should get a fuck buddy, like you, but I was pretty straight as an arrow then. Linda told me how you bent her over in the apartment window and she. Yet, my mouth is too tiny and his anatomy too lengthy for me to ever hope to be able to press my lips against its base. The power of the anatomy inside my mouth and between my fingers is almost overwhelming. Although I am typically a fiercely-independent woman well on her way up the corporate ladder, the sight – or even the mere mention – of this anatomy causes me to swoon. Here I am, a member of the majority, kneeling before a member of the minority, yet I feel – deep in my heart, I. But those days are long gone. Our relationship is, and will remain, purely professional. Okay?’ ‘Okay, Anne,’ Stan said, and she leaned to him, kissing him deeply. Their kiss became more passionate, and she led him upstairs where they made love… slow, languid, tender love. Afterwards Stan slept while Anne trailed a finger through Stan’s chest hair, murmuring to herself, ‘You still don’t realise just how much I love you, Stanley Hinch. But you will, one day.’ Then she fell asleep herself, one.