“When is your husband coming home” “tomorrow at about 8am”. “Let me make sure everything is cleaned up” “hurry up” she said. I was ...alking in a cloud. I could not believe she wanted me to come over. Now she is very attractive and I was happily drunk. Hell no one would know or even suspect. My wife was asleep and not to wake up. Most of the kids were at their homes or asleep. And I was helping everyone clean up. Not a big surprise for me to walk back over there. I grabbed the final. Customer service? I guess you might call it that, since it did involve "servicing customers." It had a much nicer ring to it than prostitution. Still, it was an intriguing notion, all the more so since I didn't have a hell of a lot of options.I spent an hour filling out questionnaires on an ancient vintage input terminal in the potted-palm studded lobby of the SM, Inc. Tower. My employment history, references, general state of health, and sexuality index -- all the usual stuff. Though why did. My newly waxed pussy lips were protruding from the sex I was longing for. (Hope she noticed)After a long lunch and a couple of drinks we both were feeling no pain, I suggested boldly that she come by my house after to talk some more. Once inside I knew I had her, she was touching me softly as we talked and I took a stab and asked if she had ever been with a girl sexually before. She said she had experimented in her youth a couple of times but nothing since her marriage. Her husband had. " So what do I have to do with that?" Mrs. Bauer has not been cooperative but her assistance is vital to ourplans. She is absolutely loyal to her Greene Computing and her ethics.Unfortunate for us, and for her as well. This is where you come in. Sheis supporting Gary Dolan and other execs at conference and is ideallyplaced to gather the information we need." What can I do?" he asked. "Surely you don't expect me to be able toconvince her to betray her employer do you?" He knew she would.