The things I do for this fucking company.*Babette looked at the pot of cold cream she was holding."You want me to rub this on your papoose?" she asked....We were in my office bathroom - one of the perks of my position - as I slipped out of my panties and bunched my black skirt around my waist before bending right over and grabbing the toilet seat."Not on," I told her. "Up. You need to get right up deep inside. Use your fingers, Babs." Oh!" she gasped as she switched on the light. "Are those welts. ”“Why is that?”“My husband is in the army and he’s posted away a lot. He’s in Afghanistan at the moment,” I lied. “The nights seem interminable – which is why the question: ‘Are you an insomniac?’ caught my eye." I unbuttoned my coat further so that he could check out my green semi-transparent silk blouse. In my haste to leave the house on time, I must have forgotten to put on a bra! He slackened his tie some more.“I see. Well naturally there’ll be an indoctrination session with one of our. I don't have a problem giving you a facial. My concerns about you run much deeper." Ouch. I'm hurt." I looked at her, giving her my best puppy-dog look. She appeared to think for a moment and then said, "Since my appointment cancelled, I could 'do you' after school... if you're actually interested."I enthusiastically nodded my interest and a few hours later, found myself pulling into her driveway. I was sporting half a hard-on as I climbed out of my car. I kept having visions of Julia and me. You grab my neck, and pressing harder and harder you make my head spin. You keep me in that dazed, pleasure-bound state , as your hand goes under my panties. You smile as you feel me, gently rubbing my clit and going lower inserting your fingers into my wet pussy. Moaning, I arch my back to intensify the sensations, while whispering in your ear “ Don’t stop! Faster! “. You increase the rhythm, fingering me harder until you feel me cum. I feel every muscle, in perfect spasm…perfect…Pulling my.