He gently tilted my chin up with one finger so that I could look into his eyes. ‘Well?’ He was smiling warmly, his face still slightly flushed. I ...swallowed audibly. ‘Well, what?’ I was having a hard time stringing coherent thoughts together. ‘I . . . well, uh . . .what?’ I noticed then that he didn’t have a shirt on and the clean smell of him was making it even harder for me to think, let alone that incredible kiss that had scrambled my brain. As I slowly came to my senses, I was embarrassed. Dots husband, Ted, was on duty as usual and today was to be a special afternoon. Dot told him that she had made plans with Marsha for that afternoon and that shed give him all the details. On her part, Marsha had been looking forward to this afternoon with Dot. She knew they were going to fuck the afternoon away. Dot had whispered the idea to Marsha while kissing her goodbye the Sunday morning before. Dot and Marsha, along with their husbands and the couple next door, had turned an evening. I smiled, and nodded to her. I picked up my coffee and sipped it. I was in a quandary. Should I admit to being the friend in a high place? Why did I even put myself out for her? I looked at her, and my stomach flip-flopped.Ok, I was definitely smitten. I put myself out because there was something about her I really liked, and... well, I hated like hell seeing someone doing what they were supposed to do, and being punished for it. It also sounded like a power struggle going on at upper levels,. I clumsily tried to cover my nakedness a little bit. He got up from behind the desk and came over to me. He took my arms and put them to the sides of my body. ?Don’t cover yourself.? He walked around me. I felt very self-conscious and uncomfortable. ?Put your hands on the desk and bend over.? I did as he told me to. I heard him unzip and then I think I heard him opening the package of a condom and putting it on. He came to stand behind me and started to finger me a little bit. ?Just relax,? he.