He saw what I was doing. He rolled his chair up to me closer, wrapped his hands around my waist and buried his face in my breasts. Kissing and sucking...on them as his hands made their way up my shirt and started undoing it. Before I knew it my blouse was across my office with my breasts fully exposed to him as he kept tonguing my nipples. I pulled him up so he was standing in front of me so I could undo his pants. He pulled away and pulled me off the desk. "You think you're my boss, Sara?! Not. " After a brief pause, she added, "I didn't want to get change for bed, but didn't feel like being trussed up in my work clothes. This just seemed like a happy medium."She smiled at me then turned and watched the television.About 10 minutes later Mum put her foot up onto the coffee table that stood between us. This caused her hem to rest at the top of the legs. She then lifted her right foot up onto the sofa, with her legs open to about 90 degrees, displaying her knickers to all those present,. She and I were poles apart in a place where I was King and France was no longer a Republic.We were trapped in a claustrophobic underworld where there were no genteel ladies or polite tetes a tetes over tea. Here, my laws and decrees held sway, and women were whatever I wanted them to be: maids, gypsies, or nuns. Even aristocratic ladies were fit to be eaten. They would be befriended and conversed with. They could be charmed and seduced. They could be undressed and fucked, but in the end they'd. " Hey, my scrubbing first!" I teasingly protested.During my scrubbing, she toyed with my cock bringing it to full erection again. Squatting down, she studied it and toyed with it more than my wife ever did.Then, quite surprisingly she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her back to the cascading water, she spent a good minute sucking slowly on the helmeted head. She then released it and stood."I'm sorry, Agunna, but that is all you're going to get."Fatima, knowing that, I feel even more.