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Barbara Westfall had gotten used to the new routine at work. Emphasis on the "used" part. She had happily worked for her husband Robert, supervising the 30-man team telephone sweatshop operation. They sold extended warranties, maintenance agreements and other service contracts. Collectively, the team averaged one sale every five minutes.
She regretfully remembered the evening Robert had informed her of the changes. It was one of the special occasions Robert had allowed her to dress like the incredibly attractive woman she was. Which meant a full complete outfit instead of how Robert usually dressed her - with the exception of shoes, stockings and sometimes a garter belt, no clothes below her waist.
The black dress was a bit daring with its low-scooped neckline and open back. Of course it could not be worn with a bra. She had even been allowed to wear panties and stockings. Best of all, no punishment device in her ass and no stimulation probe in her pussy. Robert's news sounded wonderful.
He had taken her to an intimate French restaurant and plied her with champagne until she was in a receptive move. They were sitting in a private booth with 6 foot curved walls. The long tablecloth extended almost to the floor. A trellis covered in flower vines gave them the last bit of privacy.
Robert drew Barbara close and pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders so they hung mid-arm. Her nipples stood up in the cool air. She was a total babe, even at 34. Long shiny hair that hung down to mid back. Tits still high on her çhest, form and round. A near six pack above her protruding pubic mound. The mound and everything below it were smooth from her daily waxing. Her butt looked to be carved from marble and her legs were just perfect. Even her feet were pretty.
Robert had his right arm around her shoulders. He had huge hands, so he was able to caress both her nipples like playing octaves on a piano keyboard. She felt a familiar stirring between her legs. Robert kissed her, very slowly, very romatically.
"Things have been going a little slow in the boiler room," Robert had said. He drew a line with his fingers across the bottom of her breasts. He stroked her under boobs gently as he spoke.
"So I've been thinking of some changes to provide more incentive to the men. Our average time-to-sale is showing signs of slippage. So I'd like to get you more directly involved in the operation. What do you think?"
Then he alternated between her nipples, pinching with his thumb and middle finger. Sometimes gently, sometimes much harder.
"Well...I'm sure whatever you think would be best, but I like the idea of being more involved." Barbara wasn't sure where this was going, but she knew it would be best to follow her husband's lead.
Robert slid his hand down Barbara's stomach and lifted up her dress. He pulled her panties aside. He reached in and spread her lips wide. She could feel the cool air wafting across her valley. He gripped her gently with two fingers inside. The fingers stayed in a slow and constant motion, eliciting barely audible grunts making her face and neck flush. The veins on her neck stood out in distinct relief.
"I'm glad you feel that way," said Robert. "Because I have some exciting news for you. Starting tomorrow you'll have a new position and title. Going forward you will be the Chief Encouragement Officer of RoBoWest Corporation. How does that sound?"
"Robert, thank you, thank you so much. I promise I will do my very best for you."
