Absolution was seconds away, but whoever was under the table, was clearly waiting for my response. Despite the reservations I had about the cards, the...situation down below needed resolving."No, Mr Hunt, I will raise you another five-thousand.” Immediately, cool delicate fingers reached inside my trousers, freed my rampant hard on, and wrapped themselves around the thick girth. A feeling of euphoria and relief allowed me to think clearly. That’s when it occurred to me that I was missing the hand. Besides, her accent was beautifully musical and I loved the way she spoke. "I'm good. Just a little stressed. I need your gentle touch." Ah, good. I missed you. We have one hour today. You want something special?" Pulling my towel away, she traced fingers over my chest, then down my body, her palm smoothing over my rapidly inflating cock. Nodding, I took the liberty of sliding my hand under the mid-thigh length of her dress until I was caressing her ass. The girls never wore panties and they. She looks up into my eyes and sees my turmoil.“Don’t worry. It was an accident. I won’t tell anybody.”But I can’t hide the feeling in my eyes and although I look away she has seen the truth of me. She looks flustered but says nothing. We get our coffee and go back to the office in two little pools of silence. The rose is still on her desk, in full bloom now. I notice her look at it. She considers the rose; trying to untie its riddle. She looks at me. I can’t bear to look away. A soft smile of. At least you wrote when you could. When the letters stopped I really wondered what had happened; but I finally figured that out as well. I received a box in the mail filled with letters that I had written to you. Cynthia sent them to me with a typed letter that said you didn't want to hear from me ever again. She had even attempted to fake your signature; but I was pretty certain you probably didn't know anything about it. I kept writing for a bit longer until the next box of letters came. Your.