Bunty

"The bridge club? A bunch of old dears like you? Hell yes. Let’s get them over. How soon can we get them here?"

"Well", said Mrs Willis thinking about it. She glanced down at her boss's hands which now gripped her breasts and were squeezing them through her smooth satin blouse and whichever undergarments she was wearing then said "it’s not really so much of a club. It’s just 3 ladies and I who meet on Wednesday evenings for a game. We alternate between each other’s homes usually. It’s my turn this week but I guess I could make an excuse and say we could convene here".

"Wednesday? But that’s 5 days away still" moaned Isaac

"I could I suppose call my friend Bunty", ventured the PA, ignoring her breasts being rudely groped.

"Bounty?" Said Isaac in a doubtful manner.

"No, Bunty. She retired just last year", she said, appearing not to notice the skepticism in his voice. "She was a teacher at the Bryce academy where I used to work too. In fact the whole bridge club are or were".

"That sound like a great idea. Thank you Mrs Willis".

The Personal Assistant flushed at the expression of gratitude. More so than Isaac would have expected. He wondered…

He kept a firm grip on her tits and said "thank you … very… much!"

"Oooooh oh my goodness". Exclaimed the mature woman, who staggered slightly. He was right! Mrs Willis had a suggestion pre-registered! Expressions of gratitude were rocking her world!

Isaac closed on her, letting go of her tits and slipped his hands around her to pull her tight against him so that his erect cock was pressing against her through their clothes, He put his face to the side of hers and started whispering "Thank you... thank you... thank you".