Can I call you later?" You have a meeting with a customer at this time of night?" I asked, not trying to conceal the skepticism in my voice."Yeah, we'...e taking him to dinner to discuss business." We?" Yes, Susan and me. It shouldn't run too late. I'll call you later, okay?" Sure, have a good time," I said, as I ended the call.He's cheating on me with his secretary, the bastard! My anger lasted only a moment, then I laughed at the thought that I would feel like a victim because of his. The following morning at work we were both a little coy, perhaps not believing what we had enjoyed the previous night. Later in the day she found an excuse to come to my office and sat on the edge of my desk immediately by the side of me. She was wearing a tight top exaggerating her superb tits and a mini skirt highlighting her shapely legs. It was irresistible and I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh as she slowly parted her legs in response. I knew that we both wanted to fuck again. WE flirted and touched eachother me trying to loosen her up to see what she really had. I got out some old and really strong dark liquor I had saved and we took a couple shots. This liquor was so strong thats all we needed. She slowly got hot and i played her like a pro. Then she went toooo drunk and stopped talking and caring just dizzy and quiet. i was also very dizzy but not as bad. She laid on the big couch ass up and i rubber her allover. She would not respond, just wiggle around. “There’s the birthday girl,” he laughed as I opened the door. Even at eighteen, he still treated me like I was a kid. Then again I understood the protective nature of father figures, especially over girls. “Dad, do you have to?” I said in a moany tone. “It’s not every day, you turn eighteen,” he smirked as he gave me a kiss on the forehead. I stepped past him and started to walk to the bathroom. For some reason he just stood at my bedroom for a few moments before following me down the hall. As.