Simple lapses in judgment, as if cumming in her mouth under his desk had also been a small mistake, like taking a left when you know turning right was...the direction you needed to go.But in the end, he almost wanted to tell her she was right, that she was acting like a craven little whore, and he was nothing but a hapless victim to her sinful ways. She would have to learn how to reign in and control her ripe sensuality.But he was full of shit. He thumb-snapped the cap closed on the bodywash,. Of all people Mrs. Reese, I think you especially know what that will mean for your career and your marriage. But, I am not without compassion. If, in five minutes, you both come to my office and explain the situation... well things might be different...."He stood up, adjusting his jacket as he did."Hopefully, I will see you soon," he said as he opened the door.He popped his head back for one last word. "I'd really hate to take this any further..."***We never talked about being caught. It was so. The document you signed required your name, address, age and a picture of your face. Weirdly, you had to describe your appearance beneath it. You wrote that you had long, wavy brown hair and a fairly average look about you. Nothing shouted 'sexy' or 'cute', but you were nevertheless comfortable with your appearance. The only issue you had with your face was the lack of facial hair and overall softness to your face. It had stuck with you since you were a kid, often getting bullied by your. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would have a stolen moment or two like a quick kiss or feel. Her husband was very aware of what was going on. I never spoke with him but she said she spoke with him all the time, telling him about every encounter over the next 3-4 months. She said he loved her so much that he wanted her to be happy and getting my dick often made her happy. Way to go hubby!! The most memorable work encounter was the day we had an offsite workshop. We were.