My hand went out to touch her ass as she turned around. She gave me a warm smile over her shoulder before going back to her desk. I thought being my s...cretary was a waste of Maria's intelligence, but she lacked the ambition for more."Hello, Charlene," I said after a quick glance at the display."I found number four, David," Charlene answered in an excited voice.Charlene Tilson married well three times, and divorced better as many. Opportunistic women wanted to know how she managed to get her. I whispered in her ear "I want you, real, real bad." She responded with "I know, I can tell, but we can’t do anything here right now." I told her to go down to the bathroom downstairs and wait for me with a wink. She left in a hurry to say the least. This was going to be good. I waited for a bit, played a song on bass and then said I had to take a piss. As I walked down the stairs I started to think about what was waiting for me inside that bathroom. I knocked on the door softly and she said. I was considering penning a note to the editor expressing my views on the folly of this venture when I heard a noise from the house below.In that instant I suddenly realised that in all my efforts to prevent those within my establishment from leaving I had never thought of investing to prevent those from outside from penetrating it. At once, I was concerned that my premises were under attack.I thought of attempting to summon the constabulary but realised that any attempt to call for help would. She was undoing the halter neck of her dress.“But what are you going to wear, love?”“My bikini is right on top in my bag.”“Oh.”Renee got out of the car and went to the back, lifting the door open. She unzipped her bag and slipped off her bra. Both men were watching her. She stood with her bikini in her hand, her dress hanging down around her waist and her tits bare as she sorted the strings. The guy with the smaller dick nodded to me then followed his friend’s gaze back to my wife. That guy had.