With a thin cry Amie came. Her back arched and she rose on tip-toe, every muscle in her body stretched like a bowstring and her face contorted with pleasure. For long seconds she balanced there, her hand twitching spasmodically in her pants and her fingers buried inside her pussy to draw the long waves of pleasure from her body and then, at last, she sagged back against the railings and she opened her eyes, soft and unfocussed from the heights of her pleasure.

I withdrew quietly into the shadows above her head, and like a thief in the night I crept back along the dusty floorboards to the little office...