Right when he was going to push him, an alarm when off, he jerked back from me realising what he was about to do. ‘I’m sorry Emma, I got carried ...way, I have to go.’ He said pulling his pants off and running away. I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off, my heart was still hammering in my chest, from the dream I just had. Everything seemed so real, I still felt the burning touch of his hands on my body, the touch of his lips on my breast. One of the feelings I hated the most was waking. “Of course. I can’t wait to see how you look.” --- I went into the bathroom and quickly got undressed, stripping naked before putting on the panties and bra. I assumed they belonged to Jessica, but I didn’t want to ask. For now, I just wanted to go with the flow. Zak had impressed me with his stories and equally with his ability to make me feel comfortable with the situation, despite my confused state of mind. I looked at the bulge in the panties, feeling excited at the sight of my shaft. I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales clerk. She was fine looking with long black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt and low cut blouse, and I couldn’t. He remembered her birthday. The anniversary of the night they met was celebrated at the club where they met. He introduced her to several of his friends. He never introduced her to his colleagues at the law firm. He never introduced her to his parents. He let her know he dated other women. He told her she meant more to him than they did. If she showed up at his condo unexpectedly, he was alone. He was glad to see her. There was never evidence of another visit. He suggested she see other.