We had five hours to go.“We have hours ahead of us. If you want to rant, rave, call Henry all the names under the sun, moan you’ve been ill-treate..., betrayed? You can do all that and I’ll listen without repeating a word to anyone.”“You’d do that for me?”“Why not? You need a friend. I’m not one of your group but I know enough about you to respect your professional expertise, your judgement…”“…except of men,” She interrupted.“One man,” I replied.Belinda looked at me as if she was seeing me for. My cock head was on her, and she was soaked. It was warm too. I'm average length but thick with a thick head. I was throbbing hard and as I slid inside her, her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply. "So good," she whispered. We found an amazing rhythm, and I knew I wouldn't last too long. Her legs rose and wrapped around me. She was into it, moaning, deep sighs, I know how good I felt, hopefully she felt the same. Ann nudged me over; she wanted to be on top. This was definitely going to finish. "He does that, you know," she went on. "I'm not stupid. I can smell their perfume on his ties when he gets back. He has his clothes laundered, but not his ties. Men are so foolish sometimes. They think they can get away with things, but they're wrong." I'm not trying to seduce you," I said weakly. "Please believe me." I should hope not!" she said somewhat sternly. Then, to my astonishment, she grinned. "Under these circumstances, in the roles we are playing, it should be I who am doing the. Sorry.”“I’ll tell you what,” I said, moving quickly to take advantage of the situation, “why don’t you have dinner with me tonight and we can talk. I think we both may have been making mistakes about each other.”I know. It was a dumb line. But if it worked, then I was pretty sure that the little black book was actually working its magic and dinner would be just the beginning of the evening.She smiled down at me and said, “I don’t normally date men from the office, but we can consider this to be.