Not for the first time, she promised herself this office would someday be hers.Not that she had anything against Dean Myers. She loved the old man. He...could have chosen any blond WASP or friend/relative of an alum for the job. He'd chosen on merit and he'd chosen her, a Cuban refugee who came to Miami 20 years ago, when she was 8 years old. She'd gone to work for him the year after she graduated college. One of the perks of the job was she'd been able to get her Master's Degree for free. The. "Never heard of her." Then, smiling at me. "You don't think I'm her, do you?"I did not answer, my voice caught in my throat, hoping beyond hope."Kid, you've got to be kidding. Name's Felicia. Not Helen. Don't know any Helens." She sounded convincing enough as my heart sank into despair again. Not her. Couldn't have been. Hoped too much. This Felicia was too young, too slutty, too womanly.She saw that I was upset and turned her charm back on. "There, there, kid. It's all right. maybe someday you. I waited patiently for him to dictate the next move. He finally got down on his knees in front of me and tenderly rubbed my pussy.“It’s so pretty, Tara. It’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen. Can I lick it?”“Of course you can. We’re family after all!” Uncle Dan smiled and buried his face in my pussy. He was so kind and careful as his moved his tongue slowly around my fuck hole, barely inserting it inside. He gently stroked my lustful clit, moving it around in small circles.“Oh, Uncle Dan, that. Then she noticed a fabric across her eyes and realized she was blindfolded. She tried to move her arms and legs and realized she was tied down. This was when she started to thrash and yell. When it came out as a muffled sound she realized there was a plastic ball in her mouth gagging her. Somehow her pussy started to get wet. She realized she was naked when she could feel cool air over her now slowly becoming aroused cunt. A chuckle sounded from somewhere around her and she TRIED to say 'Who's.