I became his plaything, his office sex toy, to use as he pleased. It was lust, pure, sexual lust. The sex had been against my will but I had the most ...ntense multiple orgasms ever. My mind screamed in protest, yet I could feel my body tingling in anticipation, craving a repeat. I felt so guilty. I was torn between being terrified that he would use me again and being frightened that he wouldn't. While I remembered the three times he abused me like this the last details of my plan ripened in my. . I thought my pussy was going to sound off like a siren. Then I felt has hand move up my stomach to my titties, and he was like eagerly touching and squeezing them and running his thumbs over the nipples making them both . . . pop up hard. Even though it was on top of my blouse, I could sure feel it like I was buck naked and topless. It was about this time that I caught a quick glimpse of Brittany standing on the stairs watching us. I didn't want to spoil the mood so I just kept on letting. My head was starting to swim a little. I was glad to feel the vodka setting in. I was standing, wearing my bra—red—along with my gray mini skirt and the thong I had underneath. Even in my heels he towered over me as he stripped to the waist. If I could’ve broken away from his stare I would have been drinking in the toned muscles of his chest, his flat, sculpted abs.His hands then reached behind me and unclipped the bra, tossing it aside. He pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to my knees, and. .. but nothing beat their zeal at discovering that ‘adults’ were often stupid and frequently wrong or misguided. Especially, if they could find some fault with me, their poor loving uncle!“I doubt it will be worth the aggravation,” I truthfully replied, “besides, when she leaves in tears, flat broke and the company bankrupt, this poor heartbroken lump you see before you now will be entirely unemployed. That means no mortgage payments and definitely no Friday night pizzas and grilled steaks for.