Several have written to ask what happened after that wonderful night when I caught my secretary having sex with her boyfriend right atop my office desk. After kicking out the guy, I spanked Victoria's ass beet red, and convinced her a blow job for my silence would be the proper ending to the night.
Okay, it wasn't proper, but it was fantastic.
At home that night I worried that young Victoria might blab about what happened, but I really didn't think that would happen. She needed the job, I promised no repercussions and quite frankly she didn't want her mother Taylor to find out. She had too much on the line and while I did too she was the one who was frolicking after hours with a boyfriend her parents didn't exactly like.
Totally satisfied by Victoria, I wasn't horny when I arrived home but was feeling hot on myself, so I asked my wife Chelsea if she'd give me a blow job. Of course I knew the answer, it's been more than 12 years since her lips worked my cock.
Before we married I'd convinced Chelsea that sucking my cock was something she wanted to do. Quite frankly, nearly every date ended in a toe-curling blow job. She was insatiable...until about a month after our wedding when the blow jobs dwindled to once a month, then on special occasions, and then only when she was totally drunk.
Go figure.
So Victoria's mouth magic really affected me, and on nights when I'd whack off, or when Chelsea through screwing was the thing to do, I'd think of the young girls active, awesome mouth.
As it was, at work, we kept things cool. She was the picture of efficiency and I didn't bring up any of the nocturnal activities we'd had when I caught her in the act. It was as if it hadn't happened, yet, her special smiles and casual talking innuendo brought back memories...especially when she'd say something that involved sausage, hot dogs, cylinders or some such works. Because those words would be followed with her eyes slipping down toward my midsection. What a tease.
As for Wednesday nights, she did thank me after using the office late for some "work" with her boyfriend....with the door locked good and tight.
The next weekend I couldn't help myself. I purchased some internet surveillance spying great that recorded and transmitted video from my office to my computer, or any computer for that matter, with the proper security keys. It was sort of the same thing as the nanny cams advertised on late night TV.