Emma went home for lunch or ate at her desk. If she did go to the canteen it was only after I left.I felt I had lost my special friend.I don't know wh...y she distanced herself from me. It hurt. But no doubt it was nothing compared to what Emma was experiencing.Over the coming weeks I found out poor Emma was going through a messy divorce and enduring bouts of depression. She didn't tell me this but I walked in on a number of phone conversations which Emma was having with banks, lawyers and. "In your dreams," she giggled sexily. "A bit of naked skin and you go all peculiar. Drink your wine and look at the pretty young girls in their little bikinis." I don't want to look at them, I want to look at you," I said."God, what's come over you?" she giggled again, "It's only ten in the morning. Now don't you dare be disgusting."She had seen that look on my face and jumped to the right conclusion. I took her hand and pulled her upright and then almost dragged her back to out chalet. I. After the stop on the mundane side of Sheila's workspace, we went back to the car. In one of my better moments, I gave Sheila a big hug and welcomed her to the family. That done, we headed out. Fortunately for my overloaded sensibilities, Sheila had a verbiage problem concerning the wedding invitation. Proper communication forms were my bread and butter. While we drove to their printer, I wrote out suitable invitation prose.In yet another shock, Sheila asked me to cover her bondage clients. Through her panting mouth she managed to plead, "Your tongue ... please ... I want you to do that again..."He bent and licked for just a moment and she groaned. He stopped and asked, "This? Is this what you want, baby girl?" Ahhh! Yes, ahhhmm, do it again, Daddy," she whispered, her voice sounding very excited.He bent, smelling her ... sweet, soapy, a little trace of her urine ... God..."Oooh, Daddy!" she whispered, "please... !"He was soooo close to her little pussy..."What baby? Tell daddy.