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I made my way through the throng of people in the ballroom of City hall. My bladder was at bursting point and was getting painful. On finding the restrooms I entered the one marked gentlemen. A low whistle escaped my lips. 'So this is how my taxes are spent,' I thought as I marveled at the plush décor. Standing there, I was conscious this room wasn't the only thing of ornate beauty that had caught my eye this evening. Mrs Davidson, my boss's wife had also grabbed my attention. She was stunning, way out of my league. I had trouble keeping my eyes of her she was that beautiful. Mostly my attention was drawn to her magnificent breasts. Her expensive evening gown barely concealed them and as far as I could see, they were natural, not silicon. Large, firm and unhindered by a bra, they provoked many admiring glances. Unfortunately she had seen me staring at her several times tonight. As the wine I?d been drinking vanished down the sewers, I fantasized about what I'd like to do to her. Rumor had it she came bahçesehir escort from Denmark, and if that was true then maybe a trip to Copenhagen wasn't such a bad idea. As I washed my hands contemplating Mrs Davidson, I heard the restroom door open. Looking over my shoulder and my jaw went slack. There she was. Her chest seemed more pronounced than ever and with every stride she took, the opening down the middle of her gown revealed a massive amount of stocking clad thigh. I gulped and turned to face her, shaking the water from my hands. "Mrs Davi... What are doing here?" I stammered nervously as she approached. Now I knew how the Saxons felt when the Vikings came to pillage and plunder. "You have been very naughty boy, haven?t you, watching me, getting me all hot and bothered, and not even coming over to introduce yourself." I began stammering an apology but her finger on my lips silenced me. "You've got a lot to answer for," she said. Her eyes sparkling. I swallowed beylikdüzü bayan escort hard. I didn't know where she was going with this and quite honestly I was crapping myself. "Oh God," I whispered softly. "Please don't." My plea was ignored and I felt my right hand being taken hold of. Another hand grabbed my head and pulled it forward until our lips met. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I could taste the sweet liqueur she had been drinking. Her expensive perfume filled my nostrils and I felt my resolve crumbling. Fingers pressed my hand against something warm and soft. "Can you feel how wet I am?" she asked huskily. I could indeed feel moistness. "You?re responsible," she continued and pressed my hand harder into her sex. "Finger me," she ordered. I could feel my prick growing thicker by the second and felt her thigh pressing against my growing bulge. Her hand moved between us and gripped me. That wasn?t helping. Fantasizing is one thing but this escort beylikdüzü was definitely a no, no! Is being fucked by the boss?s wife grounds for dismissal I asked myself fleetingly. Definitely not a good start to one?s career, that?s for sure. Despite my reluctance, her proximity and her sexual attraction but mostly her hand on my cock was causing my body to respond and my cock strained against my trousers. I tried one last ditch effort to dissuade her. "Mrs Davidson we really..." "Freya. Call me Freya," she urged. Nimbly unbuttoning my gulp, long elegant fingers encircled my manhood and fished it out into the open. She began to wank me and my helmet was shiny with pre-cum. My own hand slipped beneath her soft wet panties and Freya?s swollen pussy welcomed two of my fingers. She moaned loudly as my knuckles pushed deep inside. "Can we at least get inside one of the cubicles?" I pleaded hopefully, aware of the precarious predicament I found myself in. She must of heard the fear in my voice because the next thing I knew was that I was being pulled towards to the row of doors to my left. "Sit," she commanded and I did as I was told. My cock was poking out of my trousers like a flagpole and in the bright light of the restroom, I could see my fingers slick with Freya's sap, glistening.