I made sure that the desk practically reeked of thescented cleaner.After I finished, I hurried into my office and unzipped my dress. Ipulled off shoes...and dress and put on my bulky shirt that hid my paddedbrazier and put my pants on over my pantyhose. I then slid my feet intomy sneakers and headed out of the office with my dress and cleaningsneakers hidden in the brown paper bag I had carried them into theoffice in.I jogged to my car and drove home where I was left to ponder what wouldhappen. I miss getting out among the wrecks after all that is what I was trained for, not paperwork. However, it is my business and this is part of it so someone has to do it and that somebody is me".The employee gave a nod, he felt sorry for his boss for he knew how much he loved to get down and dirty. The boss continued the task of putting all his records onto the computer, the business was doing well; they even had overseas interests, especially in parts for older models that could be classified as. In less than a minute, Marsha was loudly sobbing and jerking her juicy cunt against his stroking finger in mad, fucking motions."OOOOOO, DADDY! OH, DAD, I'M SO HOT! I FEEL FUNNY! I FEEL GOOD, OH YES, DADDY, PLEASE FASTER, PLEASE! OOOOOO!"He'd found her tiny clit-bud with his fingertip and worked on that for a while, until his entire hand was dripping with her cunt-juices. Even his wife, Sheila, or his next-door neighbor's luscious young daughter, Julie, couldn't compare to the succulent, satiny. Daphne wobbled, and then slumped forward into the Professors waiting arms."Dear Lady if your feeble mind can not reach the correct conclusion... I Alphonso Burgabiter have the cure." Burgabiter swung his head in a gesture of triumph, and swished his long blond hair around his slight shoulders. With a strength that belied his size he swept Daphne off her limp feet and transferred her bodily to the nearby chair.He positioned the unconscious young woman with great care, and then clipped the.