"Did you tell her about our arrangement?" Yes," I said."Did you tell her it's for a year and then it will end? Did you tell her that it means nothing?... Yes, I said again, thinking that was what she wanted to hear. I was wrong."Were you lying to her or did you mean it?"Her question rocked me back on my heels. The answer I gave was not what she wanted to hear. She was giving me one last chance to amend it. My mind was racing. The words came to me but I hesitated to deliver them. They had to be. Next day I dressed for work, but also to get fucked. I put on a black sheer bra and a black thong which just covered my slit but left my landing strip visible. I put on a red suspender belt with a pair of black patterned stockings. I topped this off with a dark grey button up dress which came a couple of inch above my knees and some 4” black heels. By the time I’d dressed I was already horny and wet!Just before I finished work I got a text from Bill saying he was outside the bank, as it was. Out of jealousy my tongue begins to intervene with more gusto now and starts to press hard against you clit, this sends you to new heights as you began to buck your hips and your breath is steadily increasing. I now begin to taste your juices that are coming in floods as I can feel your hands on the sides of my head and you are increasingly grinding your hot dripping snatch into my face. As I drink the sweet sweet nectar that is flowing from you cunny, you begin to say my name and ask me why am. And Mrs. Peterson, yes, it has been a while. May I get you something to drink?”I ordered a bottle of Goldeneye Pinot Noir. When she left, I placed my hand on Rachel’s leg and gently caressed the smooth skin. I slowly moved my hand up her toned thigh, and slipped under the dress moving ever closer to her sweet sex.She let out a soft gasp and gripped my arm, as I stopped inches from her flower, she whispered, “You’re not going...”Before she had a chance to finish, my finger slowly moved between.