It’s six ‘o’ clock and the co-workers who you share the office with have left save for the new girl, John, who had been called away by your boss...ten minutes ago. Like her, you have stayed behind to finish some paperwork though looking across at her vacant spot at the desk you can see she has a lot more to do than you.You can just about hear the bustling of Friday afternoon chatter in the main office hall outside when the clear and abrupt sound of Cassandra, the head of department and your boss,. Almost like I was one of few people in a “VIP” program. Leaving the line, I walked right through the door way behind her, and entered the room. She wore a skin-tight, navy blue dress, with one of those useless belts wrapped around her mid section, as if she needed more definition of her voluminous chest. This time, I caught a peek of her ass. The definition was unbelievable. I could see her bra straps meet in the back, but there were no visible signs of panties, or anything below the waist. My. “I don't care. I don't want to go all the way to fucking Harrow though!”Nick told him about the garage. The usual rules. No cameras. Discretion and cleanliness. The guy asked if he could come straight away. We looked at each other and smiled. “Gives me an hour to fuck you senseless.” He said.“It's ok with me. Like having desert.”The details where sent. I would be in the garage waiting. He would close it behind him and you know the rest. We both laughed at the situation. Nick stroked his. Right about that time, my favorite sister Princess moved in with me temporarily because she had caught her husband diddling the same chauffeur that she used periodically to ease her boredom. I thought the entire affair to be bordering on the ridiculous but she was offended enough to cry on my shoulder until I comforted her the old-fashioned way by humping her over the back of my new white leather sofa. I discovered she had put on a bit of weight but it was in the right place for softer.