I was sitting on the sofa. She sat like that. Then I held her face in my hands and gently kissed her lips, chicks, and neck. She said in low voice, Sa...nju, feeling good. Then I kept kissing her for quite some time and also touched her growing tits. She said I am getting a different feeling now. I said we will do this kind of kissing and touching daily until I am here, but we will not do sex. She said ok. Later next two weeks this kissing and touching went well. She also liked it and. He called but she did not answer.Finally one evening, he dialed her number as he had done scores, perhaps hundreds of times since that fateful night. After several rings he was almost ready to hang up when the receiver on the other end was picked up."McKinney residence." Sarah, it's Michael, please don't hang up." Michael, I'm sorry. there just isn't anything left to say. This has all been my fault. The foolish emotions of an old woman." I love you, Sarah." Perhaps you do, Michael. But I...". “And now,” Frank smiled, “Your wife has to pay.” Frank flipped his head and pointed at Tom “It’s your fault that she has to suffer; remember that the next time you want to send me a bill for something stupid.” Tom was sweating—he couldn't do anything. He wiggled his arms but they were strapped tightly to the arm rests. “Leave her alone!” he cried and wiggled his whole body, but it was useless. He was strapped and forced to watch whatever Frank was going to do. “Leave her alone?” Frank grinned. My 5 o'clock blow job. She never tried to fuck my cock even though I once dropped a condom through the hole. She just gave me the sweetest, most enthusiastic blowjob every day. I never did contact her or let on that I knew it was her when I had occasion to go into the main office, not that I wasn’t trying to figure out ways to bring it up, but she seemed content with simply giving wonderful head to a mysterious cock every day. This lasted for several months until she moved on to another job..