Whitelock’s office. When she went in she stood back from his desk with her feet about shoulder width apart. She’d been aroused with hard nipples a...d protruding, hard clit since she’d taken her dress off and subconsciously she was hoping that Mr. Whitelock would see her clit when he looked up.She watched his head and his eyes did hover at her crotch level for a couple of seconds before moving up to meet hers.“Angie, thank you for coming. I’ve decided to make a slight change to who does what.. Perfect.My house is a typical mid terrace with a fence along both sides to separate me from the neighbours. Pretty secluded really. And it always catches the sun in the summer and I know the perfect place to setup the lounger for the longest sun exposure.Chin-chin!The gin has gone down a treat and I’ve been here for a couple of hours. It’s pretty quiet for a Sunday with only bird song and the smell of BBQ’s to disturb the tranquillity. I’m laid on my front and I’ve been drifting in and out of. Effectively, he was Lars' boss's boss. He offered to shake hands, so I stepped six inches too close and used a firm grip.In another setting, it would have been funny. Sheila had selected a dark charcoal skirt suit and a red silk top for me to wear. I knew I looked good, so confidence was easy. With my now usual three inch heels, I was at least an inch taller than Mr. Swenson. He tried very hard to stand straighter and look down on me, but physics was against him. He was also uncomfortably. “You don’t seem to mind at all” she laughed. I felt the heat rush to my face then, dick leaping and fighting to break free from the restraints of my jeans. She held firm, timing her squeezes between throbs. I shifted again, and her hand fell away. As I made move to get up, she beat me to it and stood in front of me. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black and pattern ruffling and creasing before my eyes until I saw more and more thigh. “Would you like to see more?” she said smiling down.