The memory of that day suddenly caused all the assertive management training I’d received over the years to kick into gear"Stand up!"Trembling and a...raid she obeys."Open your blouse completely, the bra too". I point to the space in front of my chair, between my legs. "Come over here." She walks to where I am sitting. "Lift up your skirt." She raises her skirt very slowly revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties"Don't keep me waiting, All the way up, right now! Tuck it into your waistband.". She does want to be in my room with me. Interesting.I walked into the bathroom without even knocking. Bart was sitting on the corner of a counter with Bambi facing him. She had one leg up on the toilet and her panties around her ankle. Her tank top was pulled up to show both of her orange sized tits. To ensure Bart had a good look right into her spread open pussy lips, she had sucked in her stomach and cocked her hips up towards him. She wanted Bart to see her pussy juices she was rubbing. After a few seconds she resumed pacing back and forth and enumerating her woes, ignoring my pleas to be quiet. Finally, I yelled, "Lisa, shut up!" She looked at me through squinted eyes. "I am not a child. Don't use that tone with me." She crossed her arms under her tits and stomped one foot. Amazingly, she was silent. "Lisa, you are acting like a child. You're a guest in my home." As she stood there tapping one foot she was squeezing her tits between her crossed arm, thrusting them out,. 4 tall and a bit chubby. But that’s what attracted me towards her.She was 45 but would give a tough fight to any 22 years old. I am a Mallu and met M before my marriage. We started interacting and thanks to WhatsApp our friendship began and grew intimate in a very short time. There was a 6-month gap in my engagement and marriage.I came close to her during my courtship days with my fiancée. She was married for the last 22 years. She lived a very unsatisfactory life as her husband was an average.