I looked around the corner, she was typing. Her fingers were a blur. ‘Henriet..I mean, Hank? How damned fast do you type anyway, a thousand words p...r minute?’ I asked her with a grin. ’95 actually.’ She told me, looking my way. Her fingers never stopped moving. ‘Damn!’ I mumbled as she went over to the files cabinet and pulled out another one I wanted. Then she smiled at me, sat back down and off she went again. I watched her fingers flash on that keyboard, amazing. I never saw anything like. Even before he had a chance to put dinner down I gave him a sizzling kiss. He quickly put the box containing dinner on his table and returned my kiss with interest.I asked if he could think of any reason why we had to remain dressed for dinner. He responded by removing this clothing. This wasn’t a race but having less to remove I won by a few seconds.He got plates and serving pieces along with forks and chopsticks. Dinner consisted of sukiyaki and rice with miso soup and seaweed salad. Plus two. These he lifted up as he shuffled closer to me and put the heels up onto his shoulders, half bending me as he almost lifted my bottom half up and felt the head of his cock touch my ring piece. My body gave out a twitch to this touching me there and couldn’t stop my body from trembling as I felt more pressure being used as both of his hands came up to hold my thighs as he began to push forwards. ‘Relax, Mark. Relax,’ he said, seeing the expression on my face as well as feeling my sphincter. My pussy was dripping wet by the time I went into my bathroom and locked the door, I took off my jeans and now soaking wet black silk thong. I shivered with delight I felt so naughty and nasty and I liked the feeling. I took the little plug out of its package and just looked at it for a minute or two while twiddling my clit, I was nearly there already. I reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of baby oil I had left from when the babies were little and poured it over the tip of the.