At 5.20pm, I heard the office door open. Standing up from my desk, I made my way to the reception area.“Good evening, is it Mr Simpkins? ”“It is... hello there, but please call me Graham,” he said as he leaned forward and shook my hand.To say I was stunned would be an understatement, in front of me stood — well, not what I had imagined at all. Graham was tall, about 6’2”, had shoulder length wavy blonde hair and was elegantly but casually dressed in dark jeans and a pale pink and white, striped. Either she didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care. I contemplated just doing it. I wanted so badly to finish off inside her. There is nothing I love as much as blowing my load off inside a girl, especially virgins. I was so close. I should have just let go, but somehow I screwed up the strength to pull out just as I started to spurt. I shot all over the outside of her pussy, on her lips, on that little patch of hair, her stomach, all over her bed, everywhere. She looked at me surprised, wondering. " Well, I did have more time with it," she admitted. "But anyhow, the kicker is when I get to his private payroll. He's got 'em fucking listed! Jose somebody, Alberto somebody, Theresa somebody—Jose, Berto and Terry, right?—and all at the same addresses. Multiples for all three, Laurel, Bowie and Arlington. D.C. 'burbs. He's getting job credits and tax writeoffs for the people he's got snatching the girls!"I rolled my eyes, then considered that maybe she couldn't see. "Balls of a brass monkey,". I will teach you not to bully. Now let go and let’s have these knickers down without all that fuss.’ Monica sobbed even more loudly and continued to hold tightly to the waistband of her drawers. Jennifer remembered that she had the the other girls watch in fascinated horror at the drama unfolding before them. Suddenly Miss Palmer gave Monica a hard slap on her ample thighs. The shock of the sudden slaps made Monica loosen her grip on her knickers and Miss Palmer quickly yanked them down to.