I stood next to him, and when he gave me the problem to do, he put his arm around my waist with his hand just touching my pants. I did the problem but...got it wrong. He pushed his fingers against my now stiff dick through my pants and rubbed up and down. The feeling I was having sent a wave over me and my heart beat faster. He showed me where I went wrong and told me to do it again. He moved his arm and he put his fingers under me with his thumb over my dick. My hands were shaking and heart. "Let her support you," Melissa shrieked at him one night a few weeks back."It was a mistake," Charles shrunk away from his wife's anger. "It was only a few times then I came to my senses and stopped." The last statement was a lie. They met several times during the week plus some Saturdays."A MISTAKE! The only mistake that was made was me marrying you! You're a failure in life! You lost your stores, you'll lose any respect if word gets out, you've lost your daughters because they will find out. I guided her to my study room and shut the door. She was aroused, sad and embarrassed by my such behaviour. She stayed in the doggy position because I didn’t give her permission to stand up.I sat on my sofa and called her, “Come here, my little bitch”.And as she came towards me, I enjoyed the view of her juggling ass. I pulled her by her arms and made her lay on my lap with face down. I wanted to play with her lovely round ass. She thought I was going to spank her. But I missed her lovely ass. It also contains the video; the proof you requested. It has been verified and is absolutely authentic.” He stood, waiting silently.“Thank you, Johnson,” the man behind the desk said. His voice was gravelly and hoarse, the result of too many cigars and his own second-hand smoke. “Go get something to eat. Report back in a hour.”“Yes, sir!” the courier replied. Turning sharply on the balls of his feet, he turned and left the opulent office of the Security Chief.Blacker waited until the door was.