May 2000 It was about 8 pm on a Saturday night, as I cursed the computer because my spreadsheet formula was wrong. Yes, another Saturday night at...the office in downtown Manhattan. Why was I there? For one thing, because I had no social life at the moment. But for another, because there was too much work to do, and because the damn Human Resources department was dragging its feet as usual on finding me an assistant. Sorry, but I can not say enough bad things about the Human Resources. Thanks, Martin.’ Clyde smiled and walked away. Martin watched him as he walked between the desks of the common area of the office. He caught the disdainful concern on Martha’s face when she looked up as Clyde brushed closely past her. The petite lawyer abruptly finished her conversation and quickly walked back to her office. Martin didn’t need to guess at what was going on, now. His gut instinct told him it was a safe bet that Martha was probably calling his wife from her office. What the hell. It continued for the next 30 mins and asked her to remove nighty for which she stood up and removed everything and said just do dear.(wow this was the moment I was expecting for over a year!!) next applied oil to her tummy area and was massaging it with mild pressure for over 10 minutes. She was in peak pleasure.Then, I tried to unhook her bra, she lifted her body and cooperated well.I saw the melons of my dream girl for the first time.It was super awesome, no words to explain its beauty, I. ..so that I can fuckher," he sneered.I turned bright red and my tiny cock throbbed and dripped in equalmeasure at my humiliation."I think you will find it is me that's doing the fucking slave," shesneered.I again took hold of his cock as Mistress moved back and down. I was inno uncertain terms as to how excited Mistress was as his cock slid easilyinside her. Both of them let out a moan of pleasure. After a few secondsmistress raised herself up then down again. I watched slave strain tothrust.