I continued to work on Marcia's neck and shoulders for a couple of minutes avoiding any direct pressure to her spine and using a very cautious approac.... I quit and stepped back. Marcia said, "Thank you Tim. It does feel a bit better." She returned her attention to a computer screen.Two days later I had to drop some papers in her office. This time she somewhat tentatively asked me if I could work on her neck for a couple of minutes. Of course I complied with her wishes. I gave her a more. Tossingand turning, I couldn't fall back asleep as worries crept into my mind.Finally I just surrendered and got up a half hour early. I went throughmy normal routine of washing my face, shaving, and brushing my teeth.But I also spent time trying to remove or lessen the lip stain andmaking sure all traces of mascara and eye liner were gone. I pulled myhair back like always, but my ponytail was now fluffy with some curlrather than being straight and flat. When I started to get dressed,. I stand up and kiss him deeply our tongues playing together. I can tell that he wants to cum but he understands my request. He lays me back on the bed and starts again to kiss my chest. His mouth moves lower over my stomach and his tongue plays with my navel. He runs his hands down my legs and back up my inner thighs letting his fingers brush inside. He can feel the wetness already through my jeans and takes his fingers to his mouth. Oh God I can’t wait. Pulling my jeans off he keeps his eyes. I was out one night with a friend when we went to a pub and met some rugged looking guy sitting on his own. We got chatting and started, as opposites do, telling jokes to each other, and as sex was always on table, the jokes turned dirty in nature as we all primed each other for a romp.He told a story of a girl, an Admiral's daughter, who married a seaman and was curious about anal sex. 'Daddy used to tell me never to marry a seaman because he always wanted to do it the other way', she hinted.