I staggered to my feet and stumbled to the plate glass window overlooking the plant floor. It was a magnificent overview, letting me see the product o... so many years of hard work. George and I would have nothing to show for those years if we lost it.I sagged against the air-conditioning unit that extended from the wall at desk height. I sensed him behind me. I started to turn. He drove his body against mine. The timing and force of his assault drove my legs apart, his knees inside my thighs.. He understands. A part of him understands. I gasp as he pulls away andstands. I look up at him because he's even taller now. Huge. Furry.But, more importantly, I look down. A fat red cock is throbbing in theair. His. His cock. Red and thick with veins. It's not a man's cockanymore. The base of it flares out above a furry sheath - two fatbulges like a dog's knot. It's fucking thick and it grows up to a smoothtaper. I stare at it, brushing brown hair away from my eyes. My chestis. Tonight it is classier skirt and no panties. However, it is tight enough to allow the observant to see no panty lines. Garter belt a must, black, holding up tight-weave fishnet stockings to show off her legs. Not too bad for an old bitch as I mentioned. Three inch stiletto's complete the ensemble. I know, I know we all like heels to be higher, but as I've said I like to mix the respectable with the slutty to increase the degradation. Her well manicured nails painted a most unbusinesslike slut. ”“Well when I walked in the door was open, but I could tell the place was closed and I was just about to turn around and leave when I heard a fight going on in the back. So, I called out to see if anyone would answer, when no one did I went in to the back. There was a man fighting with Aunt Millie. He had her by the arm, and she was kicking at him and telling him to get out. When they saw me, he let go of her. She stood her ground and told him to get out again. He said no, he wasn’t going.