Charlotte was always looking to advance and to better her position. To succeed in everything she did. Work was all she had and the only real reason fo... her to leave her house every day.It was this drive to succeed, this relentless need to climb ever higher, that had brought her to the interview today. She had come across a notice on the company bulletin board of an opening as Mr. Peckerwood's secretary and personal assistant. Charlotte figured if she couldn't be the boss of the company, then. On the back of the photo were the words, "Think about a cock like this in your mouth!" and a bright red lipstick print. My cock began throbbing in my pants. My wife had made sure before I left for my trip that I did not take any male underwear. I knew that all week I would be wearing only sexy panties. The next couple of nights, my wife and I enjoyed phone sex. She made sure I was stroking my cock through a pair of panties and catching my load in a glass. She teased me hard with all kinds of. " It's perfect. I don't own enough sweaters." She looked down at the short-sleeve blouse she was wearing. "And I should have one today. I'm cold! I'm going to go try it on. Hold my place, Snugglebear." She went upstairs to the bathroom, and emerged a couple minutes later, wearing the sweater. She was wearing blue jeans today, and the blue jeans with the pink sweater were a perfect match."Fits?" Peg asked"Perfectly," Sophia confirmed."That looks real good on you, Sophie," Warren said admiringly.. After my aunts cancerous demise I continued to live in the house- but I was not alone. I lived with my servants. Not the kind that most rich people have- no, the servants I have serve me in an entirely different way. Let me explain further my life. Throughout my entire childhood I had known of my attraction to women and so had my aunt. She forbade me from acting upon my impulses despite how natural they were. I guess when she died I felt something inside me release. I immediately did all I.