I had never really had bi-sexual tendencies before, but there was something about her that filled my dreams. She was perfect, the kind of perfect that...can't be properly described with words. She stood about 5'10", but that was aided by the 4" heels she wore every day to work, even on casual Friday. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and enhanced by the stockings and short skirts she wore nearly every day. She was thin, but in a healthy manner, and had perfectly round breasts, both aspects. He had savoured every minute of the two hours he’d spent fucking the prissy little secretaries tight little pussy, with its fat clit and lips in every position imaginable. He’d used every trick in the book on her and even though she was fit, he could tell she was tiring. As he reached for his third orgasm he was pumping her from behind, front seats flat with her head buried in the rear seats. She’d told him she wasn’t on the pill and he’d used condoms, but now he’d teach her a lesson.He sensed. "I found that he has a special email name called 'daddyjack'. I thought that was weird. But when I looked in his inbox, I saw messages from 'ronnibrat'. And I knew who that was." Emily! What were you doing reading my email?" Jack blurted out in a futile attempt to get control of the situation" Gee, Dad! I don't know! What were you doing looking at naked pictures of my friend?"Jack knew he had no defense. He was the one who had let the situation get started, and he knew it. After all, the very. She really is a bright girl and deserves the best." With that the interview was over, and I left.After leaving the school, I headed back to the house. I picked up my cellphone and called my lawyer, Charles Westford, III. I got his secretary or receptionist."Can I speak to Mr Westford please?" Which Mr Westford?" was the reply."The Third," I replied."And whom may I say is calling?" This is Jim Thompson." Just one minute, sir." This is Charles," came a voice over the phone a bit later."Charley,.