"Concierge Desk, Jake speaking. How may I assist you, sir?" I had a sudden vision of a guy in khakis, and shaking the image from my mind, I lit a ciga...ette to calm my nerves. Then, I started speaking as calmly as I was able. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Mindy MacNee please." "I'm sorry sir, Ms. MacNee is unavailable right now. If you would care to leave a name and phone number, I'd be happy to forward it to her when I can." His words were professional, but there was something else there as. The once-lovely woman could hardly stand to look in the mirrorat the sallow, geeky man she had become. Oh well; a look at all the zeroesin the bottom line of her personal financial portfolio helped ease a lot ofthe pain.It wasn't surprising that the woman-turned male billionaire was focusedprimarily on himself. That was the way she had lived her entire life; thatwas why, when she became pregnant, she didn't give a second thought togiving the baby away as soon as it was born. Only the strong. Being a teenager I was a regular tripod, so decided I could jack off without interruption. I went to my room, grabbed the lube and started surfing the web for porn. I found a clip of a hot blonde getting pounded by a typical beefy jock type. As I was beating my meat it suddenly dawned on me that the guy looked a lot like my dad. Same dark hair. Same green eyes. Same toned body (my dad was a personal trainer in his early-mid thirties). For some reason this got me going and I was about to blow my. His, finger, brushed her outer lips as he widened his stroking circles then took his hand away and give her another quite hard stroke right across both buttocks. She gave a little yelp and her left leg came up off the floor to fold the calf against her thigh. She resisted the temptation to let go of the table edge and rub her stinging cheeks. Andrew patted her bum gently and told her to be still. She put her foot back on the floor and as she did so she felt her panties fall to her ankles. She.