Secretary

“I’m so embarrassed, Mr. Madisen, please let me have my jacket back. I don’t want you to have to see this.” She pleaded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No. Well,” he exhaled heavily, “I may as well be honest. This is why I called you back here.” His eyes ravished her, and in spite of herself Sandy felt sexy, really sexy, for the first time in months.

“I see you every morning when I come in, those big, gorgeous tits barely contained by whatever you’re wearing.” He watched her, searched her face for a moment and then let his eyes return to devouring her body.

Almost unconsciously, she let her arms relax.

“Good,” he said, moving closer to where she stood, “very good.”

Sandy’s jaw dropped open just a smidge when Mr. Madisen unbuttoned the first of eight tiny buttons running down the front of her shirt and stroked the skin underneath with the back of his hand. His attention was fully on her milk-filled breasts, which she just noticed had begun to ache. She glanced over at the art-deco-