*****
The lady sitting opposite me didn’t even know how much I knew about her, and what role she played in my destiny ...

Actually, it was because of her that my parents divorced twenty years ago.

Then everything was quite banal.

The first big money came to my daddy, the business went uphill, and with it, for him, at that time, a forty-year-old peasant, the attendant joys of life came.

I think that he would have gone mad, would have walked, and as a result, he nevertheless returned to his hearth, since he was sincere, he loved me and my mother, but a young secretary named Vika who came to Moscow from a remote province, arranged ...

She was beautiful, cunning and ambitious, she wanted everything at once, so she got the chance, she used one hundred percent.

Vika acted so subtly and sophisticated that she managed not only to seduce her married boss, whom he was her father for, but to destroy his marriage, and then marry her ...

I will not describe how many tears this story cost my mother, who has not been able to find more female happiness, and all her childhood experiences that have arisen because of the divorce of parents.

In the new family daddy, I was never enter, although over time I was able to reconcile with my father, understand him, and even forgive.

Despite the fact that Victoria didn’t have children, she managed to gain a foothold in the life of my father as a non-working, spoiled beauty wife who maintained the high social status of her aging, respectable husband for twenty years.

But nothing lasts forever ...

With time, Victoria began to walk left ...

Apparently, her father was very fond of her, because she forgave him several times, but once again finding his wife in his own bed with a young fitness trainer, the cup of his patience overflowed ...

My dad knew how to act tough ...

Within a month, his marriage with Victoria was terminated, and thanks to the skillful attorneys, the woman was literally thrown into the street, without a car, without money, without any real estate, and other usual attributes of luxurious life.

Virtually never working, not having the necessary knowledge and education, and in fact, not able to do anything but to be a socialite, Victoria was faced with a harsh reality.

A middle-aged, forty-year-old woman, who perfectly mastered only the art of spending her husband's money, turned out to be absolutely unclaimed in modern, Moscow, capitalist life ...

It was then that the case brought her with me, the CEO of a successfully growing company, to a staff that needed a new secretary ...

I would have, like many other potential employers, whose thresholds were upholstered by Victoria, would point her at the door if I had not recognized this woman.

But I recognized her ...

I could save my incognito before Victoria, as I had worn the mother’s surname for a long time, and this made my intrigue easier ...

The taste of my dad, it should be noted, that was necessary ...

Natural beauty, carefree life and long-term costly self-care, allowed Victoria, even in her forty years, to remain damn appetizing ...

Looking at Victoria, I tried in vain to find any serious signs of fading on the face of this tall, natural blonde.

Deprived of model thinness and excess fat deposits, her figure just breathed a mature, healthy well-groomed, smooth guitar proportions, where there was a place for long legs, and a distinguished "Brazilian" ass, and perfectly defined waist, and rounded hemispheres of breasts ...

When I offered her a salary, three times the standard, she still tried to depict ease, but I already knew in her eyes that the woman grabbed the hook, and perceived what was happening, as a second, saving chance, which fate throws at her.

- I will not hide, Victoria, that I am a tough, not always correct and not always polite leader. I see that you are a promising employee, ready to pay you a lot, but at the same time I am not going to play democracy. Any word of mine is an order that does not imply insubordination, sentiment, or reflexion. Only on such conditions you can work with us. It suits you?

Victoria was not a fool, the size of the salary, my words and tone, put her on guard, I saw it ...

But it was the best she could count on.

And she was ready to take the risk, although she perfectly understood that you have to pay for everything ...

From that day began her work days.

For two weeks I gave Victoria time to get used to her new position and status.

He drove it on his instructions, in a pointedly cold, rude-familiar manner.

- Victoria, quickly bring me some coffee!

- Victoria, you make me wait, you should be punished? !!

- Victoria, and for a long time you are going to sit idle?

It was a test of whether this middle-aged lady, herself accustomed to command, would accept my rules of the game, where from a socialite she turned into an ordinary secretary Vika ...

And Victoria joined the game.

From the first week on, she stopped nervously biting her lips, startling and blushing from resentment, because I was “poking” her, or straining at times more than her young colleagues ...

Victoria suffered ...

Moreover, I noticed that she gradually began to flirt with me, thinly, unobtrusively, as a woman, in the way that I used to flirt with my father in order to draw it into my networks.

And I was quite happy with her new behavior ...

*****

One day, I asked her to stay at work, and in the evening, I called her into the office.

By the way she came in, it became clear that the lady was not going to break herself into a touch.

Her hair was loose, the top buttons of a business blouse were playfully unbuttoned, and her large, green eyes sparkled with imps jumping in them.

She was heading in my direction not in her usual business walk, but as if she was swimming, gently and seductively shaking her wide hips, tapping her heels loudly ...

Rising from the table, without unnecessary transitions, I embraced her ...

We were kissing...

Supple, soft lips, naughty tongue, her feminine, trembling body, all this excitedly excited and excited me ...

For a few minutes I gave myself up to romantic passions, kissing her, caressing, hugging myself ...

Victoria's bosom heaved from the heavy, deep breathing, she obviously melted, enjoying the moment, and I was more and more filled with desire, pressing against a woman who instantly got stronger member ...

When I got tired of kissing and caressing her back, I reached up to Victoria under the skirt, brazenly climbing my palms under the thin, tight tights ...

Then Victoria, apparently, remembered that sometimes excessive accessibility could be detrimental, and began to gently push me away with her hands, passionately whispering something like, “oh, what are you doing, do not, oh, well, not here, dear, please, I can't do that ... "...

Everything that is happening, clearly entered into her script, so it was necessary to break it, which I did not fail to do, leaving the role of a gentle lover, and becoming a tough, rough fucking ...

I turned her back to me, like a toy - a children's top, squeezed my chest for a second, and then I pushed hard in the back, giving additional acceleration.

In order not to fall on her tall heels, Victoria was forced to sift through a few short steps to my desk, and lean on her hands, involuntarily sticking out her matchless ass.

Without letting Vika move, I leaned on her from behind, pressing her breast to the table, and then, with one movement, lifted the woman's skirt.

She twitched, all vibrated, whether from excitement, or protesting from such a sudden transition, and then not letting go of her, with the next movement, I pulled the woman down to slender ankles, and tights, and panties.

Pushing one ...