That built into dancing at the next client-site review. They’d gone to the hotel and fucked like she hadn’t since her college days. Did she feel g...uilty? Oh yeah, everyday! But she just couldn’t extract herself from Greg’s allure. Now, every Thursday, she’d ‘work late’, but it was really to meet Greg at his apartment. And it was good. The past seven weeks had been great! She’d done things she’d never done with a man. Yeah, she felt guilty, but… Stacy loved her husband. It was the excitement that. Then I retreated to the end of the railing, stepped down into the living room and hurried to the balcony curtains, where I peeked out. I saw no one on the sidewalk scurrying away, nor in the parking lot. I went to my left and up one step into the den and peeked out the den's window, which afforded a look up the parking lot I couldn't get from the balcony doors. I still saw on one, which didn't surprise me as it was pouring cat's and dog's outside. Still biting my lip, I stood back and crossed. You casually reach over, unbutton my shirt, expose my breasts. I hear someone in the hall outside the office, but you seem unconcerned. You lean in and suck one nipple into your wet, warm mouth. My nipples harden painfully, my pussy clenches, I feel myself getting wetter. I want to ask you to punish the other one, but I hesitate. I fear what you would think of me. In time you move to the other one, biting me, watching my reaction to your brutality. You start trailing your fingers up my thighs. Reaching down her patted the tiny pair of white bikini cut panties that covered her tiny vagina, then ran his hand up the inside of her leg to her knee. "You know, your legs weren't the only things I shaved." He smiled and nodded knowingly down at her clouded expression. "Oh, yes, I took great pleasure in shaving your little twat earlier. Mmm, I have to tell you it took everything I had not to simply take you where you lay, so you and so vulnerable, but I resisted the urge to just barge in.