”Now, we had treated each other as equals at work. Sheknew her job and I knew mine. We had been able to worktogether and do some good stuff. Thi...s was a decideddeparture from our usual bantering back and forth. Ireally thought she needed someone to treat her nicelytonight and if I had to push a little, I would.Standing still, Marty looked at me as I took the candlesand bottles of oils out of the bag. On top of herfridge, at the back, I could see a couple of ash traysremaining from her ex.. Later that evening I check in into the hotel and texted her the room number.I took a shower and laid down on bed naked. I wasn't planning on waiting around. I wanted to fuck!Good thing she didn't took too long. I heard someone knock on the door.Without any clothes on I went to the door and opened. There she stoot. A hot woman looking for a good fucking.She wasn't too short, about 1m78, wasn't overweight but not too skinny either. A nice waistline, long legs, and a beautiful balcony.Her tits. It was dead on 3 in the afternoon, the time the note said to attend, so Alex knocked on the door."Come," said Hampton, his voice a cement-mixer of whisky and cigar."Sir," said Alex, as he sidled in. The head's office was not an especially grand one, but it was spacious. There was a three-seater sofa as well as his desk and chair. No filing cabinets, everything computerised, and nothing but lesson plans to adorn the wall. No-one knew Hampton's past career, if indeed he had one, and there were no. She whipped off her tank top and cursed under her breath as she fumbled with the clasp on her bra. The ache between her legs was driving her crazy. She winced as she pulled her panties off. Her vaginal fluids had dried on the ride home and the crotch stuck to her pussy lips. Finally naked she pulled back the sheet on her bed, propped herself up with three pillows and went to work.Two fingers flew inside her. Her vagina felt as if her core temperature was 105. "So fucking hot!" she moaned. As.