I hadn't alwaysbeen Mary, and although the idea of wearing something besides skirts anddresses felt wrong, I knew that this hadn't always been the cas....He hadn't discovered the journal, but his word alone had made me deleteit. Would I always recover in time to save the backups? Would a day comewhen I didn't recover at all?That night, after Susan went to bed and I finished cleaning up, I satdown at my computer. I needed a way out, while I still could. Planetickets were the obvious first choice,. When he was sure the coast was clear, he pushed me into the men's room and lead me to the last stall. Maybe I should have protested a little, but my pussy was in desperate need for attention. The first thing he did after locking the door was pulled down the front of my dress, exposing my tits. He sat down and pressed his face between my tits. He moved his head to the stand to find a nipple to suck into his mouth. The slow attention his tongue and mouth gave my nipple had my body reacting in a. “Have you ever cheated on your wife?” she pressed. I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. “Not yet,” I replied, “but . . .” I let my words trail off without finishing my sentence. “So would you?” she pressed. “I guess it would depend on how fucked up I was and what she looked like,” I replied. My office guest smiled. She uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them. “So have you ever had sex with someone, just for the pure fun of it?” she pressed. “You know- no strings attached.” “No,” I. " I said to her."Why, thank you, kind sir, it's good to know this old woman hasn't lost all her charm," Rita said, pulling my head over and kissing me on the forehead.I didn't hear the car, but Rita jumped up quickly, "Walter is here," she said excitedly. She pulled at her skirt, and straightened her blouse and then turned to me, "Do I look OK?"I licked my lips and said, "You look good enough to eat." I hope so," she said as she stuck her tongue out at me, wiggling it, and then laughing lightly.