I'm not going to publish it though for two reasons. First is that it was written before this site started enforcing the "No under 18s having sex" rule... and it'd be in very direct violation of that. The second is that (Because of that rule) I intend to take the plot and re-write to be my 3rd full Genie story at some point in the future.Anyway, back to this story. Sorry about two shortish chapters in a row. I was going to write a post-coronation sex scene but honestly I wanted to get this out. The meetings were interesting, as they always were, all statements and questions directed at me, but when she started asking about manufacturing rates, profit margins, personnel costs, health plan options cost versus benefits, and similar things, my mentors forgot all about the color of her hair.I now had help. Most rich people do. I was rich, I had help, and I was in love with my helper. That’s all that mattered to me at that point. I felt safer in the business world. Who would have thought,. ..kiss me there baby...mmmmm I'm cumming!"My mind turned somersaults as I realised what was going on in the small room. I didn't think, I just flung open the door and stormed in. For the previous few seconds all manner of emotions had been rushing through my mind; anger, jealousy, confusion, hurt. They all competed for primary position within my fuddled brain. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but the scene that befell me as I entered the room stopped me dead in my tracks. Mary was. I put them to my nose and inhaled, and all there was was stale piss, but it was Mrs Hubert's stale piss.And then I assessed where her arse would be and sniffed there in the hope that they would have ridden up into her crack at some point. I imagined a faint trace of that. I had to step quickly into the toilet to deal with the boner that had appeared in my underpants, running the cold water and tryng desperately to think of something else.Hearing footsteps in the hall, I quickly opened the door,.