"Goodbye, Melanie dear." Goodbye, Elaine."The two candidates for project manager were Helen Forsyth and Cliff Andrews. Both were thirty-three. Helen w...s from the Manchester office and Cliff from Southampton. She was a tall, big boned girl, handsome rather than beautiful or pretty. She also looked fit. It turned out she was a cross-country runner at county level. She was also well qualified and had been site manager for a major motorway widening project as well as several smaller projects. Cliff. The water still dripping off him, his shirt tight to him, it was truly an erotic sight. I felt my orgasm coming now. I looked into his eyes once more before throwing my head back, screaming with pleasure as wave over wave of pleasure hit me. I was just coming down from my orgasm, he was still pumping away at me, his eyes still fixed on mine. I then felt his cock get bigger inside of me and knew he was ready. He carried on pinching and rolling my clit and I felt my next orgasm coming. ‘Cum with. Feeling her phone ring twice Helen was relieved that the corridor was empty as she slipped of her coat and knocked on their room door. Hearing a knock on the door. James asked, ‘Who is it?’ To which a familiar voice replied ‘Room service, sir’ James opened the door to the wonderful sight of his wife dressed in a black and white French maids outfit with matching hat, apron, gloves and stockings with a tray on one arm containing an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses. ‘Your wife. He had actually attached a pair of heels to his feet. What kind of man was this he thought to himself? Irvin nonchalantly attached his ankles to two steel shackles bolted to the floor. With the press of the same button that raised the winch, Julian was once again hoisted toward the ceiling; just enough that he the chain connecting the shackles to the floor was without any slack and his toes were six inches from the ground. He formed what would be considered an inverted Y. Once again, Irvin.