“What took you so long?” Sarah asked, looking at me up and down with her lustful eyes as I swayed towards her. Like her I was wearing a blouse, a ...short business skirt, stockings and knee length boots. “John was chatting me up. We have arranged to meet up later.” I replied, knowing that would annoy her. She didn’t like me going out with our male colleagues.“It looks like you will be tired out again, when you eventually get home to your dear husband.” Said the little bitch, sneering. I kept. I had reached for the washcloth and body wash when she stopped me. “If you want to wash my back, get out of that robe and into this tub with me.” She sat up straighter to make room for me, lifting her wonderful breasts clear of the bubbles, and I wasted no time shedding the robe and climbing in with her.I began washing her back with just my hands and the soapy water. Her skin felt smooth and warm under my hands, and I felt more of the tension leave my body. My hands slid down her side and to. "Hoof it," I said with a smile."Fuck yourself," said one while the other buttoned his high, tight collar."The ladies do not wish your company," I said as I was handed a hat from the dark interior of the carriage. "Good night." I was wary but trying to sound conciliatory.'Bitches," said the bigger of the two, clamping on his hat. "We were just flirting." Let's do 'em right here," said his companion, hissing out his sword."Serve 'em right, gettin' a man all riled," said the first. "You take care. His eyes scanned up Rebecca’s bodacious body, watching her as she bent over the polished granite counter. Her grey yoga pants covered her voluptuous ass and a tight white vest top clung to her toned torso perfectly. Her long dark hair was pinned up on top of her head, with a few curls hanging loosely, framing her gorgeous face. Steve stared at Rebecca as her cleavage was on display while she pushed her weight onto the rolling pin, smoothing out her dough. “Oh of course not my darling. Do what.