The secretary followed her in. “Are you Lieutenant General Jackson?” the girl asked. Kelly smiled and nodded. “Why are you wearing your uniform?... Uniforms aren’t allowed at the War College!”Kelly held out her hand which the girl took in a limp grip. “I’m Kelly Jackson Callahan. What’s your name? I assume you are my secretary.”The girl was pretty but appeared very nervous. “How do you do, General? I’m Rita Nelson. Yes, I am your secretary.”Kelly went behind her new desk and sat down. When she. Brigitte immediately understood what she meant by off the menu.But she dutifully pointed out the specialities. She also dwelt on the fresh délices du marché. She felt herself smile beyond the call of duty. And she noticed how she started to respond to the cool and easy gaze of the woman. The husky voice seemed to tighten its control with every new word. It caught her in a soft web. It subtly wove a cocoon of intimacy.Brigitte returned to bring the wine, the entrée and the dessert. And each time. I knew it would just take a little nudge. I unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall to the floor. I stood there topless before him and ran my hands up my belly and over my perky tits, teasing the peach-colored nipples into long hard peaks."Come on, Steve. You really want to fuck me, don't you."He groaned and reached for his wallet. Men are so easy. He handed me three one hundred dollar bills. I stashed the wad of cash into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out two little foil condom. I was happy I could continue for some more time. In the morning I won’t be in any trouble with my friend or should feel bad to face her.Me: Really? Then whose cock it is?Aaesha: Raj. I know it’s you.I couldn’t understand how she found out.Me: (I was trying to manage what just happened ) Oh hey, Aaesha. I’m sorry I was half-sleep. I thought you to be my girlfriend and did something.Aaesha: Don’t lie, Raj, you were sleeping near my husband, and now you’re next to me.All this conversation was.