smooth looks. In her profession, sex with clients was strictly
forbidden, but as time went on she had found it harder and harder
to supress her emotions. She was finally at that breaking point
and she feared that she had lost control; something that she prided
herself on. As she slowly closed the blinds thoughts of the few times
she had reached out and touched him crossed through her mind. Every
touch she had ever placed had been always met with a think knot
of corded muscle. As she glanced one more time outside at the rain,
a wave of want passed over her. She found herself already getting
wet.
Mike pushed through the glass door that led into Ms.
Sanders office. He walked up to the receptionist and checked in.
He looked down through the glass tabletop that made up the
receptionist’s desk. As always, she was wearing a skimpy skirt
that rode up her legs when she sat. Soft white nylons hugged her
…End of the part3. To be continued..