He pushed her upagainst a wall and looked down her breasts, which now hada layer of perspiration on them. Then he reached up toone of her breasts and ...tarting massaging it. He was veryphysical with her, holding her entire little breast inhis hand and massaging it hard.With both hands he pulled her straps down her shouldersand exposed her breasts in her black push-up bra. She wasnow exposed enough to not to be able to recover fastenough if someone came in to make a call.Then he pulled up her. That was clear on the first day. A throw back to a different age perhaps, along with cigarette girls and stewardesses. But Secretary. Mr. Mullins doesn’t. That is the joke in the office. He doesn’t seat. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t laugh or take breaks or take vacations. He doesn’t lose cases either. He doesn’t come cheap. The billables alone from his division allow the rest of the company to run their own way. The Board of Directors have given him honor after honor, raise after. This will ensure that, you will always be, well… aware of what you can't have." Oh god, that sounds torturous. "That sounds a little cruel, doesn't it?" Stacy questions, hoping Cara's fingers slide inside her. "It won't be that bad, dear," Cara comforts, continuing to slather the toy with Stacy's arousal. "I just don't want you getting bored. And I want to be able to treat you when you're being good. Doesn't that seem alright?" Stacy's pussy is still very swollen and pent-up from the day's. She was getting horny. I took these signs as a green light and took the initiative."So did Jim tell you about me?" "Yes," she replied. "Really, he told you what I like and don't like sexually?" "Well, I mean..." "Its OK I know he didn't tell you. Its not like I fucked him. He doesn't know." These words made her smile as if a very dirty idea was put into her head. "I basically like to have my way." "What do you mean?" She asked. Jim sat quietly through all of this. "I like a woman who is smart.