"How many bottles of sparkling water?" Emma asked.

"Twenty," Jake replied.

"Vodka bottles?"

"Ten."

"Do we have any Pimms left?"

"Only two bottles."

"How many hot MILFs?"

"How many what?" Jake spluttered as he turned around to see Emma, his boss, had stripped down to black set of stockings, suspenders and matching bra, her wedding ring sparkling in the low light.

"How many hot MILFs do you see, Jake?" Emma repeated as she stepped to within touching distance of her young employee.

Jake's reply was lost, caught in his throat as he watched Emma sink to her knees...