Amrita let out a moan every time her office employee’s dick was hitting her pussy walls. It felt so good. She hadn’t felt so good in years.“FUCK...ME, BABY!! FUCK ME”, she kept saying.Aman kept picking up the pace and started fucking her fast. It was too fast that Amrita was having a flurry of emotions that she could not understand. She moaned, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck..O god, Aman. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard. This is so good..mmmm..fuck fuck fuck..”Amrita then got up and put her hands around Aman’s. I made up a story about a traveling salesman called Darrin that had taken advantage of me when I swooned from the heat behind the dance hall barn on a whooping and hollering Saturday night. I think they thought I was just trying to protect my trio of cousins from the responsibilities of fatherhood, but I didn’t mind that sort of rumor because the truth of spreading my legs for a revenue agent was a whole lot less appealing tale to explain my less than immaculate conception.Fortunately, things. Any lingering doubts of an easier three years dissipated with the absurd order. His exams were in order and every archivist on the grounds knew his abilities. Was this a test or just a technocrat's exercise in humiliation?"Of course, Master Atto," he indicated with a touch of obeisance."Of the four major languages an archivist is required to read, how many have you acquired?"Yakhir kept the annoyance off of his face. Everyone knew his test scores in languages including this officious buffoon,. Iris had sent him in to me with instructions on how to behave!So now I was Madam rather than Margot; a far better understanding.But Iris had reminded me; I had to re-establish my authority over Guy. I had to make it plain who was in charge.So I looked at him with some disdain and spoke coldly to him."Very well. When you are alone with me under disapline you will call me Madam Margot." Yes Madam Margot." Guy replied carefully."You can explain what caused you to violate me in my kitchen?" It was.