Again the flashing screen, almost talking to her, taunting her. ?Stand up? Hands behind neck? Breasts thrust outward? Legs spread? Remain stationary ...or one minute.? The backwards countdown beginning at only five, she reflexively jerks up out of the chair, tears streaming off her cheeks she raises her arms above her head at the count of three while spreading her legs apart. Watching the screen, the countdown readjusting to sixty seconds, arching, spreading, the minute seems to take a week as. We had a pact that we won’t be attached to each other emotionally coz it won’t go well for our respective futures. Her husband was generally out on his business tours and on one such tour we got an opportunity to explore ourselves. After getting confirmation from her about her husband’s departure, I arrived at her home. She opened the door in a black nighty. Her hairs were open and her nighty was tightly tied through a strap behind her back. This gave a perfect view of her wonderful curves. I. I had only seen Mrs. Hatcher the day I had begin working at her companyas she gave the new employee welcome onboard speech to me and threeother new hires. Now I stood two feet from her petite frame with mymind racing and my flush spreading. "Ladies penny loafers also" shesaid, as I wanted to die. I had been read by my company CEO and I sawmy future going downhill to unemployed."Come with me, she ordered." turned and without a glance back headed tothe exit. Not knowing why I followed her order. I owned a construction business which kept me busy, and while I wasn't rich I was certainly well fixed, and for that matter still am. I was still active sexually as well, but now when I wanted to get laid I simply contacted an escort service and satisfied my needs that way. Oh, I went out with a few lady friends, but nothing ever seemed to really work out—that is, until Anna came along.When he could no longer fully satisfy his wife, he turned to someone who most definitely could—and didDamn,.