Sometimes she was around to keep an eye on progress, whilst at others away on shopping trips or visits of a more personal nature, if you get my meanin...g.I was in the middle of the mess that would soon be transformed into a slightly modernised homage to its original constructors. The work table was along one wall, covered in various tools, brushes, pots of paint, etcetera, as well as my trusty old Dell lappy.I poured a coffee, sat down and opened my computer. Flicking through my bookmarks I fell. You can say things you normally would not have the nerve to do in person. I then told him that I was bi and he sounded interesting. Every conversation would start out professional then turn to sex once our work was done. More and more often I was shutting the door to my office so I could stroke my cock through my pants. He would do the same. One time he even removed his cock from the confines of his jeans and beat off under his desk. About twice a year a meeting was held in. She needed to cum. She concentrated on the screen to make sure she did not miss anything. ‘I know you want to cum now, don’t you!’ Not a question, but a thought. A verbal connection. Again he knew what she was thinking. How could this be? ‘Cherise, take me inside you now. I am sliding my hard cock inside you right now. Use your fingers on yourself and feel my cock as it enters you. That’s right, baby. Feel my rock hard prick as it enters you.’ Cherise did not waste the effort by pretending and. I rolled her over and went on her, this time moving my head on her navel down to her vaginal mound. She closed her legs and said what do you want there? I told her about my tongue massage on her clit is it so? She asked and we have never had it all along. Well, allow I Manjula and I said and you’ll love it. Hesitantly, she opened her legs. She must have had a bath just before my arrival her cunt smelled of perfume and was gleaming in the dim light with wetness.I started with a soft kiss oooh.