He ran his hands down my body over my towel. Somehow, the weird sensation of him groping me through the towel and not touching my skin directly trigge...red something in me and I got hornier. I stretched and arched my back, pressing my chest against his as I took his soft warm mouth in mine.I giggled and playfully tugged at his towel and it came away in my hands, revealing his now rock-hard cock pointing all it's eight inches of amazing girth straight at me. He returned the favour by roughly. Please close the door after you." She smiled again at me, almost sympathetically, then returned to her typing, red nails a blur across her keyboard.I mumbled a thanks and entered Peter's office, closing the door behind me as asked. The smell of cigar smoke filled the air and was mixed with the faint odour of sweat. Peter sat behind his over-sized dark wood desk, his ostentatious leather chair barely able to contain his bulk. I went to take a seat, but was stopped in my tracks when he shouted. The tumbler, the fly, double set trigger all had to be finish filed. The faceplate was a square cornered rectangular slab with the pan drop-forged onto the right side. Hammer, frizzen upper jaw and screw all had to be fit, drilled and leather and crucible color case-hardened. Long hours I spent, tears dripping off my nose onto the work, hammering hot metal and filing cold.My laundry piled up ... I bought new. and added it to the growing pile.I ran out of coal ... I burned wood.I was snowed in. ” I became serious and said, “It’s a bit more urgent than that. I need you to see a friend of mine. She badly needs your professional help.”Lucy’s voice went hard. “Just how serious, and how urgent is it?”I put my hand over the phone and asked Jane, “How much can I say?”She said, “I’ve got no secrets anymore.”I spoke back into the phone, “Urgent and severe; it’s affecting several friends of mine. She was raped and abused, and it’s destroying her current relationship. She’s never had any.