You resolve to dosomething someday but you tried to tell someone once and they justlaughed in your face and you had to move town for fear of them tell...ingeveryone your deepest secret. Why are people so cruel to those in realpain and misery?Eventually the day comes round and the rep arrives at your door. Heseems put off a bit at first, maybe he expected some butch dyke incombats that doesn't fit you right? He seems a little too chatty andover-familiar but you decide to just explain as best you. To feel what he had felt last night, intimacy with her.He closed his eyes and focused on his efforts, one hand caressing her soft thigh, the other gripping the base of her shaft, guiding it as he did his best to bring her to the heights of pleasure she had introduced him to.“Fuck..” she breathed softly, unable to sit still, arching her back as she writhed in pleasure. “You’re so good at that hun.. Yeah, suck it.. Mm.. Just like.. Just like that.. Ah..” Her words and sultry voice encouraged him,. .You came again flooding me, like a waterfall, of the hot mood of your pleasure. You repeated continually: "Oh love, ohh! -I raised you and I put you prone on the bed. I bent over you and started to kiss your neck and to lick your ears, you was gasping.I went with tongue down your back, you had goose bumps and thrill of pleasure. I reached to your buttocks, I licked and kissed all, so I opened them and admired that beautiful pink flower that is your anus. I began to lick it and to put my tongue. As a young and impressionable teenager I once witnessed my own father making love to our maid one summer’s afternoon in his study (while my mother tended to the roses in their garden outside), so very little knocks me out of my stride these days.As it happens, it’s almost accepted in France that there’s always ‘the other woman’ in any relationship, so whenever I’m aware it’s happening again, I simply allow myself a little fun too.I work as a secretary for Ian, who has been my boss a few months.