The tiles were cool against my warm skin as I leant against the wall. I was just thinking about when to bring up my feelings and how to tell her but m...y nerves got the better of me when she touched me.I must have been in there a while, Grace's voice broke into my thoughts'' Portia, are you okay?'' She was knocking on the door.I was shaking as I reached for the lock. My cheeks felt hot as I opened the door.She stood right in front me holding both our glasses.''Yes, sorry-I-ehm- I just felt a bit. That was fine with our security guys, as most of them had had their fill of killing in their former jobs in Iraq or Afghanistan. Once you’ve seen civilian casualties, you really did not want to see another dead non-combatant. For the next two weeks our beautiful stranger eluded our every plot. None of her damage was insurmountable, but it was delaying our operation. We had to make up some really convincing lies to our bosses about our little problem to keep her existence secret. Finally we were. The good girls were those I saw in church on Sunday morning, kneeling to pray - the bad girls were those I saw at the basketball court on Wednesday night after practice. The girls who used to disappear round the back of the clubhouse with the players: and then come out clutching their panties in their hand.Although, since I first had sex, I'm not sure any more about who are the good girls and who are the bad girls. I still go to church regularly, and I still confess my sins to the young priest. She clicked the mouse button. The computer screen changed ... Your message has been sent to...Rob and Peter now swapped a series of short emails while Yvonne, crawling under the desk, pushed her husband's legs apart and took his solid, rock-hard, lusting cock in her soft hands and lowered her mouth over the head, sucking lovingly and slowly lowering her mouth right down over the pulsing shaft.The content of the emails were read out to Yvonne as she crouched under the desk sucking and working on.