I had mid back length black hair and hazel eyes. I had plump lips and didn't wear makeup often so my skin was good. All those hours in the gym weren't... in vain. I was 35 and in my mind sexy as hell. So, why couldn't I get an dick? While I was having my morning coffee on the back patio, I noticed a couple moving into the house next door. Now, that place had been vacant for a while now. The previous family was military and moved after about three years. I didn't get to know the family well before. I took it and let her drag me outside. Of course, her friends were nowhere to be found, but every minutes we looked, Jordan got more and more tired. The drugs began to course through her veins and her eyes began to glaze over. I eventually led her to the parking lot where my car was saying I saw them there but by then it was too late. She was barely able to hold herself up and I had to help carry her arms over my shoulders and guide her. With my other hand, I managed to cop a feel of her soft. I instantly tried calling Ranjeet but as usual his cell was switched off as he liked to enjoy his offs without any disturbance. Now I panicked because who would explain the losses to the management. The girl at the worst would lose her job but my reputation was at stake. I immediately buzzed my secretary to send for the girl. God I didn’t even know her name. As I sat contemplating what should be the next move there was a knock on the door.When I said come in a the figure that came in left me. I won't draw a forensic blueprint of position I was in but I was for all intensive purposes sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the door behind me and the hard-place ironically being the rather soft rear end of LS. With each jostle and turn she continued to brush up against me her ass aligning itself perfectly with my crotch. At times, my brain racing, it occurred to me that was teasing me on purpose but in a desperate effort to squash my "rising demon" I pushed the.