Now she wore a pink bikini top and short royal blue spandex shorts, it had been a hot day and she was working on some awesome tan lines. Now I'm a lit...le embarrassed with balls out in my hand in an older lady's home, then she hands me more ice and walks back into the the kitchenShe comes out with a jar, "What is that? I ask"; "lineament" she says, " my Granny back in Maine taught how to make it, Sunflower oil, beeswax, crushed mint and duck fat, it will bring down the swelling". Then she got. She will come in for a signature and "mistakenly" brush her breast against my shoulder. Or if we are bantering back and forth and she is being difficult I will give her a quick spank on the ass. She always rewards me with a sexy smile when I slap her ass so it has encouraged me to be bolder and sometimes I will let my hand linger on her ass after the slap. This playful flirting was fun, but we never crossed the line and kept things in the office on a professional basis. One quiet day at the. Al assured her that the papers were still safe, and that Lt. Slavens knew where they were hidden. He fixed her some coffee, and brought it to her at the couch. He sat down opposite her in his favorite chair.They sipped their coffee in companionable silence for a few minutes, then Linda spoke. "Your father called me last night."Al knew what was coming, but he asked anyway. "What did the old fart want?"Linda shifted her position on the couch. "He had called Friday afternoon, and said he was going. He finishes with my legs and feet and he gets off the table. As if nothing has happened, he tells me to roll onto my side facing away from him so he can do my side. He positions my legs so that they're bent at the knees. More oil and he's now working my sides. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe what just happened. I must have mistaken his motives and now he thinks I was trying to throw myself at him. How do I get out of here with my dignity?I let out a long sigh. Then a loud moan. Yes, that.