“Because you’re not pushy and you never hit on my like everyone else,” Cindy replied. “Everything in due course,” I replied. Cindy smiled. �...��Good things come to those who are patient.” Cindy was about twenty-five, even though she looked much younger. I had learned through office gossip that she had been married but that the marriage didn’t last long. “Do you want something to eat?” I nonchalantly asked. Cindy smiled and then mischievously peered down at my lap. Her gaze was obvious.. ”He salute’s back “Good evening Miss Sandeman. “ and places his bag on my desk.Trying to be friendly and hoping he will go lenient on me this time I offer him a cup of tea.“No thanks ... we have things to do Miss Sandeman.” I nod, but my gut tightens as I already dread the turn this conversation was taking He open the brown leather hold-all and this time produces 4 lengths of black cord and a blindfold, oh fuck I’m thinking, what is he going to do to me this time.He then picks up my chair from. Idon't want to stand out." You used to, when we were dating." Not every day." I wanted to shift back to the original topic. "Is thatwhat this is about? If I wore my dressy shoes more often, you wouldn'tneed to?"He took a deep breath. "Not exactly."I was leaning on the bed with one arm. I took my free hand and slowlymoved my index finger up and down his limp dick, holding it so mypainted fingernail was toward his face. After a pause, I said, "So, nomatter how I dressed, you would still want to. "Ok hold this nut for me but be careful if you let go water will flood everywhere" I tell you.You get on your knees. As you hold the nut you open your legs wide and flash your pussy at me. I can take no more so I drop my knees and start feeling your pussy. "What are you doing?" you say. "Be quiet and don't move or you will flood the place" I reply.I start fingering your pussy. Oh no I shouldn't you protest. I replace my fingers with my tongue. This quickly changes your mind."Oh god that feels.