Shereturned to the letter but as she read the next sentence, tears welledup.------"I like to think that when I return home tonight, you'll be waiting ...tthe door for me to arrive. You'll tell me that we need to talk but thateverything's going to be alright. I'll apologise for all the hurt which'this' has caused, promise you that there are no more secrets and hopethat you'll understand and perhaps even agree to turn a blind eye when Ifeel the need to express this side of me.But I'm a realist. . When I climax, it's going to be massive and I'm shaking in anticipation. I imagine those prongs are his tingue - flicking me and eating my pussy as if he was starving. I can feel it - the knot of tension building in the pit of my stomach. I turn the setting up a level and the vibration increases in speed and intensity - as do my moan and gasps. My legs are going wild, thrashing and wriggling. The vibration echoes along every nook and cranny and even inside me. The build-up continues and I feel. I could see she had spotted me as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her to me and nuzzled her neck, drinking in her scent. The feel of her against me was so erotic that I was instantly hard. I knew she could feel my engorged cock through the silk of her skirt. I also knew she never wore panties. I slid my hands down over hips and down her sides, reveling in the feel of her. She was so beautiful and sexy. We had never fucked in the breakfast room,. He certainly saved us a lot of worry.For me, my boss hired me right out of college, after a long job search, when no one else even gave me an interview, and when I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be able to pay off my student loans. Moreover, he had just recently given me my first six months job review, and a generous raise. My job review glowed with praise. There was no mention of several mistakes I had made, including one that had cost the company quite a lot of money. I thought I was.