‘Holy crap,’ I murmur, ‘you’re so fucking sexy!’ I place my hands palms-down on your shoulders and begin to press in small circles, moving u...p and down your neck, and into your hair, softly massaging your scalp, then move my hands down the length of your spine to your ass behind me, gently kneading my fists into your thighs. I rise to my knees, turn you on your back and lower myself back down, continuing to massage your neck and face, then slowly move my hands down to your chest, dragging my. She was attractive, and had a friendly but cool air about her. Mark introduced both of us to her, and she seemed to already know that she was to take me upstairs.I looked back at my wife, trepidation at leaving the woman I love. We were separated now, and I felt a sense of no turning back now. Linda took me to a private bedroom upstairs and closed the door behind us. "Eddie, you and your wife make a lovely couple. How long have you been married?" Her small talk seemed to have the desired effect. Ed then started to open the pictures on the CD. Betty put her hands in front of her face and started to walk into the living room."Come back here," he said softly, "I know this is painful, but we have to go through this."Betty walked back to him and pulled a chair behind him so that she could see the screen clearly. He pulled each picture up and studied it, looking at everything in the picture. The room in the picture was Bynum's office and Betty was lying on Bynum's desk. Ed started. I’ll find my own way from here.” “That,” she said, pointing to a tall woman of about forty-five, brown hair, slender and wearing a calf-length dress of silver and blue that did nothing to conceal a great figure with splendid breasts, “is Rosalind. She’s right up your street, darling. Go and impress.” With that, she was off, waving her hand distractedly over her shoulder at me as her arse wiggled seductively towards her target. I stood, almost relieved that she’d gone, she can be so tiring,.