She shook our herhair and sprang to her feet. "Bring his file," she said, arranging thetucks of her blouse where they entered the waist of her narrow,... abovethe knee skirt. "We're on our way to the ladies, right?"Bet would have liked to go too, although now she was wondering if she'dmade a mistake as she walked past the glass of his office just now. "Letme know what you see," she said, and settled down at her own pc."This is what our office needs," said Celia, clutching the file into herblue. I admit, learning that she wanted to be fucked in her ass while she slept because she liked it, not because she’d been abused, was the key for me. We talked more over the following days, and I agreed to give it a try. I was still unsure that I would enjoy fucking an unconscious woman, but I figured I’d try anything once.So we went out to eat on a Friday night. Olive looked beautiful. Her round, moderate frame held a few extra pounds, sure, but she wore it well. The tight, black slacks she wore. Not someone that was still alive anyway.When the food started arriving the quizzing started. Marjorie, Mary, Carolyn, and even Lilly and Lilah had plenty and they wanted all the details of what had gone on and what had started things rolling. I filled in as much as I wanted them to know, but finally started ignoring more prying and they took the hint. I'd probably have to go over it with Sarah tomorrow at some time, but maybe the women would hash it all out down at the store during the day.As. He was very clear that the thigh-highs and stilettos must remain on. I described in detail how I wanted him to stroke his cock for me, which he obligingly did. God, he was beautiful! His body so inviting, his handsome cock standing at attention for me, begged to be engulfed. I took great care in explaining how I would care for his manhood if we should ever meet. When I said the word “meet”, it was as if a light went off in his head, and for the briefest of seconds a look spread across his.