”I chuckled and said,” You were with a man, not a boy. A man treats a woman like a woman needs to be treated when they are making each other happy.... Forget if there was any love involved, sometimes it’s about release, it’s about pleasing each other. You might say, you have a gift for a man, and he has a gift for you. Don’t give your gift to someone who doesn’t deserve it.”“I’ll have to be more careful how I pass it out. It’s just very hard to resist when pleasure can seem so close.” She lamented. I know this was wrong, very, very wrong; but never has physical contact felt so right, so full of love and genuine affection as this moment did right then. Gary was growing more aroused, and I was growing aroused, and we were both experiencing an emotional release of epic proportions with a flood of tears and passion. This was far more than just sexual response; it was far deeper, more intense, and more intimate.“Gary I love you so much. But we must not continue doing this.” I sobbed. But even. Well, I don’t mean I’m fat now, but a few pounds have add up to my body along these years. I have straight hair, and well kept hands that only perform office work, not tough manual labour at all. As I was about to start working in a new company, my boss would be a woman here, a deputy –she was the big wheel here. I followed rules before engagement so I had to go through interview or discussion work to check my capabilities or potential here. But at the moment of inquiring, I began to. She wore a white blouse, that covered a respectable 36DD bra and black pencil skirt that came down just below the knee. She checked to see if the buttons of her suspender belt didn’t show through the black material of the skirt… nope, she’d get away with that… The outfit was finished off with a pair of black patent 4-inch heels and seamed stockings. She popped her glasses on grabbed a jacket and headed off to work.Jo had been in the job now for a few years now. A senior position beckoned. If.