Closing the door behind her she turned to see a man of about twenty seven sat at a large oak desk. The desk was empty apart from the intercom, a phone...and a large leather blotter. On Charlady's side of the desk was a single typist's chair set rather low for her height and as she sat she realised why.The angle her hips were to her knees meant that the person could see straight up her skirt if she did not keep her legs closed. Also the low setting of the chair reinforced her feeling of talking up. He turned back to his reading. Vera was sprawled out on the couch with her feet in Andy’s lap. They were in one of their post coitus conversations that Andy cherished and Vera was telling him about what her brother was like before the accident, how cocky he had been. ‘Do you think he would have cared for you this way Vera? If the tables were turned?’ ‘Huh,’ Vera answered, twirling her own hair, ‘I’ve never thought about that.’ Then after a pause she laughed and said, ‘Probably not!’ Andy was. There is just one other thing and that is I need to see how well you interface with the rest of my staff." "Janice, please close the shop and come in here would you." Janice came back in and a naked Mr Parker told her to strip down to her stockings suspenders and boots and lie on the desk. "Now watch carefully Alan, this is how you use a bitch whore like Janice here." He climbed on top of her and shoved his hard cock up her, fucking her as fast as he could until she screamed in extacy. He. Usually I am the one who is unsure. But when I rounded the corner I could feel that there was an energy between us. A new fire that was neither of us alone but one that would not be put out until something between us was done. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cock was now savagely strained in its nylon and my mouth was full of saliva and wanting to burn itself on her rough face. Our hands touched and I thought I might pass out but instead we each smiled at each other. It was going to be.