I'm a secretary in the main typing pool on the 23rd floor. My husband of one year, Rick, is a junior executive, with an office on the 40th floor that ...e shares with many other junior executives. From what my husbands tell me, its a dog eat dog world in his department, with every department head acting like a god and everybody back stabbing every body else to get ahead in the company.There are over 80 girls in this typing pool alone plus several smaller pools throughout the building. Each office. It made her nervous. It was obvious she'd be here for a while, because nothing was moving, even though her lane had a green light. She reached for a cigarette. She was about to light it, when there was the screech of tires, the grinding crunch of metal on metal, and her car lurched sideways. The side of her head smacked into the window, and the cigarette flipped from between her lips.As her head rebounded, she turned unbelieving eyes to see the blue car that had sideswiped her crash into the. "That man is a senior judge in daily life; here he is only fit to sniff our panties. I like to soil mine on purpose, he knows which ones are mine as I often have him lick them clean whilst I'm present." Fenton watched her ample bottom wobble in the tight light-blue maid's dress and his balls tingled as he thought of the judge's task in accommodating a superior house maid.He was led into the same room as before. Hortense smiled at him with a strange warmth and look of knowing superiority. She. It came to a stop in front of the walkway and Roger stepped out of the back, dressed in a traditional tuxedo. When they went dress shopping a few nights earlier, Rose had talked Roger into wearing a splash of color, so he wore a navy-blue bow tie to match Mary’s dress.Roger walked up to Rose’s apartment carrying a bouquet of blue lilies and white roses. When Rose answered his knock, he held the bouquet tightly to his chest and gave Rose a brief kiss on the lips and then stood back to admire the.