Heknew exactly where to touch, and by doing so had me bound as if under aspell. With each move of his thumb it was as if my body was under hiscontrol... and from that moment on there was little I could do except moanand enjoy the ride.We continued to kiss, and he used his free hand to unbuckle my bra,giving him access to nibble and lick my nipples. I couldn't have stoppedhim if I wanted to, because all the time his other hand was slowly movingover that damn, wonderful spot, keeping me locked. ”I pretend it’s a belch but I know better. Disgusting.The rest of the day would be absolute agony, but I have a small escape to the “3 to 5 Year Budget Forecast Meeting”.Maybe escape isn’t quite the right word. It’s more like a reprieve to purgatory.The meeting is utterly meaningless, but the at least the Marketer isn’t here. The new IT boss is though. I am so glad he isn’t mine. What an arrogant Jack Ass. He manages to call me “Sweetheart”, “Babe” and “Honey” in the course of a two hour. I always got mesmerized looking at Anita’s breasts. She had plum breasts full of milk. However, they were round and firm. I never got tired of loving those lovely breasts. Many times I told Anita, “I envy our baby. She has free access to your lovely globes. All she has to do is to cry a little and you push those lovely globes into her mouth. Anita laughingly always, replied, “She is a baby. My milk is her right. Any amount of crying. You will not get my milk.”After sometime when Anita returned. It wasn't a ratty old cave, that's for sure. It was a room, a kind of bedroom, I guess, except there was a pile of stuff in the corner. At first I thought it was exercise equipment, but I found out later it wasn't.What was it? I'll get to that.The shock was Harry. He was sitting beside me, but that wasn't the strangest thing. He was cleaned up, dressed. Hiking shorts and a t-shirt, believe it or not. Later he showed me the shower off the bedroom, so I guess he'd used it while I was out cold.I.