The diplomas and awards on the walls of her office had the dates visible for anybody who could do the math and discover that Sarah was at least forty.... Watching her pace across the small stage before delivering her instructions was a shock, even to those who knew her as an analyst. She never had to deliver such sweeping bad news before; the old management had vice presidents and above carry the bad news. Under the new regime however, each tier of the hierarchy delivered the news to the level. Tamara shook back her blonde hair. ‘Yes please Sir,’ she accepted gratefully. He placed the cane on his desk and half seated himself on its corner, his long black gown falling open to reveal one leg firmly grounded and the other in position to bend her over. He beckoned her to him and she shuffled to his side, her eyes fixed downward, staring at the well-pressed crease in his expensive tailored trousers. His hand arrived at the back of her neck and forced her forward. ‘Over my knee Tamara,’. "Allan", she moaned, then opening her eyes and looking straight into mine, "you're incredible." I stared into her eyes intentfully as I replied, "No, you are baby." She moaned again as I thrusted with more force, feeling myself start to cum. "Cum for me baby", she encouraged. "I'm ready." I thought for a quick second that this would be the last time I would ever cum in this pussy. I sighed as I spurted hard inside her, closing my eyes in deep pleasure, trying to take in this amazing feeling. But I remember how my desire for her had come about as though it really was yesterday. Mom and dad had gotten divorced when I was very young. A year later he was killed in an automobile accident, so I didn't have much of a recollection of him at all aside from a few rare photos mom had kept, mainly because of me being in them. Beyond that, not much else. I did recall going to dad's funeral, not even sure I looked at him. But what I did remember was sitting in mom's lap, crying perhaps because.