With the desk unlocked, I read the files. I read them twice. I was quite sure what I was reading was impossible. But then so was being shot in the hea...t and surviving as I had.I pressed what I thought was an intercom button. I had no idea who was on the other end, for I had seen no outer office for a receptionist.I was surprised it was Martin Strong, the CEO, “Well, that didn’t take long, Mr. Wolfenstein, your grandfather said it would take longer. Looks like I won my bet.”“Yes, yes.” My. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “Are you living here all by yourself?” “Yes, sir,” I said, “my husband is fighting in the war as well.” “You must be right proud of him.” “I am.” Then he asked if there were any chores that he could tend to since my husband was gone. I didn’t want to be rude so I told him I needed help moving my mamma’s chifferobe in the master bedroom. He agreed to help me and followed me inside. The piece was big and heavy but he was very strong and moved it easily. When he was. “Oh, Mark, this is... Naughty!” I squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.I lifted my turtleneck, revealing my bra. He quickly unhooked it revealing my D cup breasts. “You’re gorgeous, Susan!” he said.This was wonderful, I actually felt attractive!The moment came when Mark pulled his jeans off. His penis was HUGE. Eleven inches at least.“Like what you see?” Mark asked.I simply nodded, mesmerized.He got on the bed and positioned me to the headboard. He placed his penis on my vagina, rubbing up and down. ‘You look like a waiter.’ I crawled between the seats so I could ride shotgun. ‘And you look drop dead gorgeous.’ He enjoyed teasing. I never did. I believed a professional distance was healthy. Besides, he had twenty years on me, old enough to be my dad. In fact, he was dad’s partner until dad passed away. ‘I wish all jobs were that simple.’ ‘If they are all like that, our clients won’t pay us handsomely, right?’ Don had a point. Our jobs were mostly very risky types. Over the years, we had.