She looked over to see a woman she would have described as 'the embodiment of the secretary fetish.' She wore clean-black suit jacket and an ash-grey ...encil skirt. The only real colour in her outfit came from the rich orange button-up that peeked from under her outerwear. Her attractive face smiled from behind slim glasses with that condescending look that workers reserved for empty-headed customers that were wasting their time. Straight, black hair was pulled into a tight bun high on the back. He flicks her nipple with his thumb. Then he leans over and pecks her on the mouth. He heads for the bathroom, he is naked. Darlene watches him walk across the room. She smiles and touches her right nipple. He is middle aged but still has a great physique, every centimeter of him. Darlene gathers the discarded sheet around herself, covering herself. She knows that he threw the covers off her just so that he could look at her, to see her pussy hair. She smiles at the thought. She is wearing only. "Take your clothes of and sit on the chair at the end of the bed." A bit puzzeled as to why she wanted me to sit on the chair, but I didn't care vhere was a 73 year old woman dressed only in stockings telling me to strip off and sit down. I got naked and sat down as I was told. June the got on to my bed and started playing with her own nipples, my cock was rock hard watching her. I went to touch one of Junes tits and she said to me quite sternly "I told you to sit on the chair, now sit down. Cynthia took me up on both of my offers. She took a glass of a fine New York State red wine that was made out on Long Island. Then I offered her surf and turf. She went crazy when she learned that I had my very own lobster tank in the house.So first I gave Cynthia a tour of my house. I showed her a couple of the eight bedrooms upstairs; each with it’s own bathroom. I showed her the laundry room up there too. I always thought it was stupid to take your dirty clothes off on the second floor and.