She welcome me with a warm smile. I enter n locked the door behind me. we kissed each other n she asked to me to sit and offered me a drink. She sat b...eside me closely almost cuddling me. Her hands was on my legs. We kissed I was so exited I just grab n hold her in my arms. She told me to head towards her bedroom. We went there and started taking our clothes off. We totally nude. We kisssd passionately our lips were dancing inside our mouth. I took glance for a moment to her beautiful full. I pulled her up to straddle my hips, holding her and moving her pussy along my prick for a moment then urged her up and settled her slowly over my prick, gasping as I slid into her wet pussy. She tried to start bouncing on me at once. I held her hips and, again, indicated the pace I wanted with firm but gentle pressure. When she'd settled in to rhythm I wanted , moved my hands to her breasts, playing with her nipples as she slowly rose and fell on my prick. Over sensitized from her earlier. I have a hard time listening to him as I am a bit distracted noticing the large bulge in his sweats. I barely hear him tell me to stop as suddenly the weight is taken out of my hands. The rest of the workout goes much the same way. Putting me through sets, his hands always on my body guiding me through the work out. When it is over, I have worked up a good sweat and am thoroughly intoxicated by this man. "You take instruction very well, I like that quality in a woman" He says with a disarming. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the job, bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead.