After stammering an apology, I assured her that I'd be there as quickly as possible and hung up, pulling clothes out of my dresser at random."What's w...ong?" Talon asked, sitting up and watching me scramble around madly, his shoulder-length hair tasseled and bare chest marked with imprints from the blanket.I laughed, a slightly hysterical note in my voice as I said, "Oh, nothing besides have Aunt Annie call to tell me that I am four hours late for work!" I found my bra and hooked it, spinning it. If you want to come Friday night, that’s fine, and even stay until Monday morning if the train schedule allows.”“I think I’ll just come on Saturday mornings and go back on Sunday afternoons most weekends, unless there’s something special you want to do. That way we both have our Friday free to go out, go to parties, that kind of thing. We don’t want to totally miss out on college life!”“Sounds good to me. I’ll just meet you for the same train on Saturday unless I hear from you.”“Let’s just. I am management person in the office and she was transferred to my department about 2-3 months back. She sits nearby my office. She always smiles whenever she passes through me. I am her boss’s boss.Last month was her birthday and HR team sent an email to staff as usual. I wished her saying, “Anu, many happy returns of the day. Have a lovely year ahead.” I was not even aware that she is a married gal. Later I came to know that she is married and her husband is working in Europe. She is staying. ”She let go a little snort of genuine amusement and her voice sounded pleased as she replied. “You are such an insatiable little slut.”I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I performed for her, coating my swollen nub with my slick fluids, my eyes glued to my mistress. God, but she was beautiful, even at 40. Where I was still a girl growing into womanhood, Abby Vandermeer had embraced it. Her full breasts strained against her bra, her nipples pushing through the sheer black lace,.