Sarah asked me if I would like a soft drink or some wine. I told her whatever she was having. We sat down on the stools and she began telling me about... her husband how he makes millions each month but is hardly ever home to spend anytime with her as he is always travelling the world. I thought that this was my opportunity to make a move. I began to move closer to her and told her how beautiful she was and that her husband was stupid for not spending anytime with her. I placed my hands on her leg. You are shocked but reciprocate my kiss. I pull your chair out and sit on your lap, you bring your hands up to touch me and I slap them away. I whisper in your ear "Your my toy tonight, you do not touch me until I tell you it is ok". I feel your hard cock in your trousers poking into me and I know how excited this is making you. I stand up and grab you by your shirt, pulling you to your feet. I sit on the chair and lift one of my legs up to the desk, so you can see my wet glistening pussy. "How did it go?" Mort asked."Um, fine. Nothing major happened." Good. All right, you're free to go."Richard shouldered his pack, and stood by the stairs for a moment. Finally he turned and went up. Just for a few minutes, he thought.He knocked quietly on the control room door. A moment later, Dave opened it for him."Richard, come in. Leave your bag on the desk there, if you want."Richard followed Dave into the control room after dropping his bag.The room was dimly lit, and alive with sound.. “They are coming here… tomorrow night?” “Here… tomorrow night” she reassured me as she turned off the computer, got up from the table and began making dinner. Nothing more was said about tomorrow night’s dinner the rest of the evening. But nothing had to be said, my mind was racing a mile a minute. The next day seemed to last an eternity. The clock at work seemed to slow down with each passing second. It was worse than any Christmas.