Janet rises and takes off her cum splattered glasses, resting them on my father’s desk, before sitting herself on his lap once more, his cock still ...oking out from his flies, reddened and throbbing. a tribute to his secretary’s fine work.They sit for what must be several minutes in the chair, cuddling, caressing, kissing, like they’ve been lovers for years, enjoying their mutual post-coital glow, in the otherwise empty office building. Janet is whispering sweet nothings again, stroking my. "I have a private message for you from an unidentified source."Steve cleared his throat. "Normally I would not want to be disturbed at a time like this, but since this is likely to be the only private time I get for the near future, I will make an exception. What is the message?"An unfamiliar voice, quite human, began to speak. "You don't know who I am, and I'm using a voice not my own so that you won't try to figure it out. If I understand you and the women you're with, some things have come. We were left to gather the pieces, to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I kept on holding her until her weeping subsided and then I told my part of the story. When I finished, she was crying again and holding me, checking the scars on my head and back. After that we both had to wash our faces before we decided to make some coffee - and have some ice cream.Later on, she told me about the hell with her parents and the people in their church. How her mobile was taken away and how she was. The knock came again and I rose to my feet, letting my t-shirt d**** down and partially cover my nakedness. I went to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes?” “Is this Ms. Em’s residence?” a voice asked. I saw a blue eye peer in at me. The accent was soft and sweet. Something from the south. “Yes,” I answered again. I could feel the juices from my pussy dripping down my legs. I wanted to finish what I had started. My visitor moved closer to the crack in the door. I could smell a cologne.