Once again Harry was first at the post desk and was soon sorting out the mail for Samara and his section. She arrived at her desk and took her post.
"Good morning Harry! Thank you for sorting the post for me again. Did you have a nice evening last night?"
"It was not exactly nice," said Harry with a smirk. "It was very hard work. It was also very stimulating and exciting!"
Samara looked Harry in the eye and grinned.
"It sounds to me," she said very quietly, "that you had a fucking good time!" She smiled again. "I don't suppose that you had a chance to mention my problem?"
"Your weekends will be charged at the lowest rate," said Harry reassuringly. "You may find that you have to pay a little for it but I can assure you that Cindy has a tremendous body, really tremendous. You will also probably be introduced to a number of horny men; not locals though, I specified that."
"It sounds as if I may have my hands full, in more ways than one," said Samara with the hint of a giggle. Her voice dropped another octave. "I'm going to tell Jack he can come over to Crowton next Wednesday. Then he can come all over me!"
"Harry, telephone call!" called Amanda from across the room.
It didn't take many guesses to identify Harry's caller; it was Kate.
"Sorry darling but I just couldn't wait," she whispered. "If you can't talk just answer my questions. Did you fuck her?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
Harry thought. "Six or seven," he said.
"My God; her arse too?"
"Including that!"
"Did you stay the night?"
"I had to; she got me half pissed on Remy!"
"You lucky bastard!"
There was a pause. "How did you get on?" asked Harry quietly.
"Oh I got off all right! When do I see you?"
"Pack your bag and come around tomorrow night. I'm cooking!"
"Sorry? Did you say fucking?"
"You heard!" said Harry as he hung up with a laugh.
OoooOOOoooo
The day passed almost uneventfully. Samara called him into the private interview room twice. Each time she had a genuine reason for wanting to talk to him plus a small agenda of her own.
The first time she ended the agenda with a kiss, pressing her firm bosom into Harry.
The second time she groped into his crotch. Harry's cock rose to the occasion.
"God Harry, I've got to have you again soon!" she sighed as she began to squeeze and fondle him. "Can we do it again please?"
"If you can come around any time from tomorrow evening I'll see what I can do," grinned Harry as he hefted Sammy's generous breasts. "Kate will be there like last week but I'm sure it will be all right!"
"I'll be there if I can make it," said Sammy as she concentrated on running her fingers up and down Harry's shaft. "I've got to finish my packing, not just for Crowton next week but also all my other personal possessions. I'm taking them out and putting them into storage so that Sachin is not tempted to sell them while I'm not looking. I'm renting one of those mini storage units out on the industrial estate."
"Good idea," said Harry, trying to concentrate on not filling his pants with cum. "If you need a hand just call me and I'll see what I can do."
"No, it's OK, my father is bringing one of the firm's vans around and we will move everything in that, even if we have to make several trips. I'll leave you now so that you can recover your, er, composure!"
Harry sat down as Sammy left the office. He tried to breath deeply and relax in order to reduce his erection to manageable proportions. Just as he thought that he was about to succeed Amanda slipped in through the door. She immediately looked down at his crotch, grinned and pushed out her magnificent chest.
"Hi Harry, I wondered where you had got to then I saw Samara come out of here. There's been a phone call for you from Mrs. Sue Graham. She says that she must speak to you urgently. This is her number!"
Amanda handed Harry a piece of message paper on which was written a phone number. He took it.
"I'll call her straight away from in here," he said to Amanda as he pulled the interview room phone towards him. "Thanks Amanda, you can leave now!"
Amanda took one more look into Harry's crotch, at the bulge that she had succeeded in growing again.
"Harry," said Sue as soon as he had identified himself, "I need to see you about some more investments. An aunt of mine has died and the solicitors say that she has left me just over a quarter of a million."
"Wow," said Harry. "That sort of figure needs thinking about. When will you have it? Will probate be long?"
"No, that's just it. She lived away from here and I hadn't heard from her for years so it has taken the solicitors a while to find me. Probate will be through within a month. When can I see you?"
"How about Monday at eleven o'clock?"
"That's fine. By the way, I'm not telling Graham about this money. Not yet anyway, I want to see how things go between us. All right?"
"If you say so," said Harry. "It's your money. Monday at eleven then?"
"Yes please Harry. Thanks. Harry?"
"Yes?"