I heard him grunt against me. He shoved his dick all the way in releasing his load into my ass.Ben and I carried on like this for the next month with...out anyone knowing. I would suck his cock sometimes when he took a bath. A few times I even took off my clothes and rode his dick in the tub. I still remember how dirty I felt when I pressed my wet tits up against him straddling my legs around his waist. He learned to hold me up and fuck up into my hole when I was on top. I loved letting him. Me too and I followed him into the bedroom. It was comical watching him strip off. I started to undress somewhat provocatively, trying to get his attention. Standing there, in my knickers and bra, walking about, picking up his clothes. All to no avail. I took my bra off and still couldn’t hold his attention. He got in bed and just lay there grunting.In a last ditch bid to get him interested, I slipped out of my knickers and slipped into some silky French Knickers. I put on a matching pyjama. It was a nice neighborhood of old, mostly renovated early twentieth century Victorian homes. It was mid-day and on street parking was abundant.As he got out of the car he thought, "Well, here goes," and proceeded up the short walkway to the door where he pushed the buzzer. "Hi, Jackie I'm Tom." "Nice to meet you Tom come on in. Can I fix you a drink? I'm having a Margarita. If that's all right with you I have a pitcher already made up." A Margarita will be fine," Tom said as he looked around. "I had no thought that the company's H.R. chief was making a personal call, so I asked. "Why? I didn't think I worked for GHK any longer." You do until I say so, as I'm pretty certain you know. Can you come in this afternoon, say two-thirty?" I'll just check my diary." I said trying, and failing to make light of the situation."No need to be facetious, David. Will you be here?" Sorry, yes, of course I'll be there."As I thought about it, I was not too surprised, in this, the age of litigation,.