Max
Max had been working on this device for a few hours, trying to make it as much like the description the woman had given him. He would have finished it already, but his thoughts kept turning to that woman.
He could see her pleasant face, with those kind and caring eyes, sparkling with intensity as she explained what she needed. Her dark, almost black, hair was pulled back from her face into a tidy bun at the nape of her neck, he had been amazed at how tidy it was despite her ordeal. She had an hourglass figure, with buxom breasts that had strained the buttons of her blue blouse.
He had half hoped that one, or more, of those buttons would have popped, so he could have seen the breasts hidden behind the material. At the thought he felt a heat rising in his groin and his breathin
