“I had no idea you paid attention to me and my reading habits that much. You like this stuff too?” “Well… you’re in here at least once a wee... and you never leave empty handed. At this point I’ve learned to trust your taste and I usually pick up the same book at the end of my shift.” I was shocked. The sexy book keeper I had been crushing on for nearly a year had been reading everything I picked out. Before I could speak we were interrupted by who I assume was his manager peaking around the. I could tell they where up to something but couldn't get away from our son's friend to go and investigate. So I gave him 5 more minutes and said I had to go...I walked up stairs and seen the bathroom light was on and gave a knock expecting my wife to answer, but nobody was in there.So assuming she went to the en'suite bathroom I headed toward our room.As I reached the door I could hear quiet muffled moans and some heavy breathing, so I flung the door open thinking someone was using our room to. Her body rippled from her head to her feet and her head flailed from side to side as wave after wave of her orgasm ripped through her perfectly splendid body. I gave her cunt one last lick from ass to clit with my tongue fully extended to its maximum and as hard as I could possibly make it. Her body began its convulsions all over again as another even more massive orgasm racked her young nubile body. I crawled up and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her lightly and gently stroking her hair. I was in charge of the cellar. My father employed waitresses and chefs from London and part of the deal was they had rooms within the restaurant. In fact there were about 8 different bedrooms, I shared one with a friend. One of the regular employees was a married lady named Margaret. I had always liked Margaret and she always called me her favorite boy. She was about 5ft 2in with lovely blonde hair, big rounded tits, and a trim waist that was exaggerated by her wide belt, which she always wore.