" dad asked."Mrs. Carey," I smiled, "the one that told you I was being fucked on the doorstep." Language Martina." dad said firmly, "Anyway who said i... was her." Who else would it be?" I grinned."Hmm, who else indeed." dad frowned, "Are you suggesting she made up the story out of spite?" Yes." I smiled."Well there's not much I can do about it today, the old...Mrs. Carey has gone away for the day," dad sighed, "but I'll certainly be having words with her when she gets back." Did you really. In walked a very young blonde. She didn't look like she could be much older than eightteen. Her attire did little to flatter her slender figure, her white button up shirt concealed what little breasts she had and her black skirt fell to mid thigh."Good morning, Mr West. I'm Jem Stone," Her voice was fairly pleasent as she handed me an envelope. "I was told you needed to read this, before we got started."This was the first time in quite sometime something had broken my routine. So I was a little. “Your cock is so hot. I see you shaved today. Keep stroking it for me.” I keep stroking it and notice that the car has stopped. We are in a park under a tree but the park is very secluded and there is nobody else around. She turns slightly to me and instructs me to pull my pants all the way down and unbutton my shirt so that she can see my tight abs. She already has one hand inside her sh I rt and is playing with her nipples. “I love watching you stroke your cock. It looks so sexy. I know you. The guard for some reason looked uncomfortable while letting me in but I did not notice it then. I walked straight to my husband’s office and pulled up short by some strange noises coming out of it. I peeked the semi open door and my eyes went wide at what I saw inside.My husband of 4 years was completely naked near his office table on which lay a beautiful young woman who could not have been more than 20.She was dressed in a B school saree and blouse so she must have been a trainee under my.