Business has been good -- so good in fact that my wife, Linda, stopped working at the office about one year ago. I have six gorgeous women in my empl...y and used to spend the better part of my day fantasizing about them. My fantasies were not about having a sexual affair, but centered on being projected into their image as women. I didn't just want to wear their clothes, I wanted to look as good as they did in them. I would stare at my executive assistant, Sally, as she sat before me in my. "I can never open the bottle properly. I always wind uphaving to try and pry the cork off with a knife." I chuckled as I toldher my sad tale. "Then the stupid top usually breaks off and I have topush the cork down into the bottle. I always wind up with pieces ofcork in the glass." I handed the bottle to Marti."Nice wine. I am sooo glad you know a decent champers. I like this onein particular. It's a bit over priced...but good."I felt so relieved that Marti approved. She probably could. Also, just his conversation, and the occasional brush of his shoulder against mine had me getting my panties sticky. I remember being glad I had worn the sexy thong sheers, that went with the black chemise. After a while, I made sure his shoulder would brush my tits too.Another digression. My pussy is really hyperactive. I cream fast, and have a strong musky odor, that isn't disagreeable. The first really pushy thing Brad did was lean slightly nearer to me, sniff the scent that was starting to. Her modest Checkout Supervisor's office was one of two doors off of themain checkout office, the other being a disabled toilet which had beenadded in the name of dignity but, as all the checkout staff used it, wasa corporate excuse to minimize time away from the tills for toiletbreaks.The main checkout office had the expected PC workstations, supplycabinets and ample counter top space for the various tasks required. Alarge one-way window overlooking the uniform row of checkouts gaveprivacy from.