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Every day it became more and more obvious that my communication with Victoria developed into a relationship of two partners, where everyone catches their own buzz, gets their pleasure and feels their sexual satisfaction ...

I have not yet surrendered, and in every way I tried to give all this at least some semblance of revenge ...

What saved me was that, accustomed to bathe in the worship of men, Victoria, despite the sexual satisfaction she received, continued to be frankly ashamed of her new role.

If her body was enjoying itself, then the mind was tormented, and led a constant struggle, not accepting the fact that she was in her far from young years, suddenly, from a radiant baroness turned into an easily accessible girl ...

My weapon was the public humiliation of the secretary ...

It was as if I slipped on thin ice, realizing that it was worthwhile to overdo something, and Victoria would leave, disappear from my life forever, therefore I had to act slowly, gradually, gradually, in stages ...

Every ordinary routine day in the office, I filled for the woman with new emotions, offensive to her pride and dignity.

The strict, businesslike atmosphere that I established at the firm extended absolutely to all employees, except Victoria.

From the fact that this, the only exception was far from being a young woman with aristocratic manners, the moral sufferings of my secretary were aggravated.

- Vika, to me!

- Everyone understood what to do, except for our wiki! Stop stupidly clap your eyes, Vikulya! Raise your gorgeous ass, and start working!

- Vika, free!

- Victoria, in your year it's time to learn how to make coffee, and not just to make eyes and swing your bust, like ... I won't say who! Out of respect for your young colleagues.

- Vikusik, run!

- Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all. Vika, this does not apply to you. Flashing thighs, is not your only duty in our office!

I tried, and with my appearance and actions, to eloquently make it clear to all my employees that my new secretary, by no means the privileged mistress of the boss, but only his disenfranchised concubine ...

It cost Victoria to appear in my field of vision, as I immediately, in front of everyone, in the most vulgar way, like a collective farm brigadier, when meeting a milkmaid, weighed a woman with a delicious slap right on her round ass, who was so seductively waving, as if delicious, firmly knocked down jelly...

Reddening from shame and anger, she tried to escape, and as soon as I noticed that I bent the stick, and Victoria was on the verge of collapse, she immediately took her to her office ...

There I heartily enjoyed the luxurious, ripe, feminine body, as if it were specially created to squeeze, crush, and torment it. I took her standing, lifting her skirt to my waist, pulling off her panties from a woman, and forcing her to sag, exposing her magnificent back. I used it, having planted, or having put on a table, being between her lustfully separated long legs, covered with thin nylon stockings. I had her on the floor, setting her on all fours, and enjoying this animal pose of original sin. And every time my secretary very quickly lost touch with reality, struggled in the pleasure of intercourse, like a lustful mare, forgetting shame, screaming and yelping at the whole office. Then, as a rule, a cold, soulless phrase followed:

- Available! Put yourself in order and get to work!

She came out of my office, with a wild, wandering eyes, disheveled, in tangled clothes, still in a half-fainting after orgasmic condition, barely keeping her balance in high heels ...

In order to get to the toilet, where Victoria tidied herself up, she had to go through the entire office, which was tightly packed with tables with people sitting behind them. This is her way, I mentally dubbed the “path of shame,” because anyone could understand and imagine what was happening in the office of the boss with a woman running past them. Contemptuous giggles, mocking giggles, half-whispers, from the side of colleagues, flew after her every time, accompanying him to the very doors of the toilet. The role of the victim did not suit Victoria, and I more and more often noticed that in the eyes of a shabby blonde a daring challenge appeared to her colleagues ...

- What are you looking, losers?

- Yes, your precious boss wants me!

“Silently envy me and I don’t care at all of you!” ...

Then I increased my pressure, exposing the woman to new challenges ...

When we ran into her somewhere in the corridor, when I was in touch with the staff, Victoria was striving to, busily tapping her heels, sneak past as quickly as possible ...

I caught her by the elbow, holding her beside me, while continuing the conversation with colleagues ...

- So, so, do not be distracted by the guys, what happened next?

The aroma of light spirits with a smell of a healthy female body emanating from Victoria standing nearby, immediately began to excite my nature. Starting with stroking her ass, sliding my hand over the surface of the matter, I reached to the waist, and put my hand under the secretary's skirt, enjoying the way she stood still and stiffened, terrified of such public liberties. My conversation with the interlocutors, meanwhile went on as usual, as if nothing was happening ...

- Interesting, interesting, go on, gentlemen. What is all over?

Victoria, who was languishing nearby, also portrayed attention and concentration on communication, frozen and unable to resist the way my palm squeezes her bare, fleshy buttocks, hiding under clothes. The poor thing in this situation was forced to visually demonstrate to others her own accessibility, so shamelessly expressed in my ability in front of everyone, lazily, in her own way, “mats” her ass. Teasing her, I pushed my hand even further, between the hot hemispheres, and fleetingly touched my pussy, feeling the slight hesitations begin to pass through Victoria's body. Shifting from one foot to the other, nervously nibbling on her plump lips, the woman began to flow, and then I plunged my finger into her crack, being satisfied with how she let it in herself, immediately grabbing wet petals ...

- And then we signed the contract, Stepan Ivanovich.

- Curious, very curious, colleagues.

All in ostentatious attention, I slightly moved my finger so comfortably in the female vagina, making the crimson of shame, beauty, tremble, and sway in my heels, vibrate all over, from our vicious hooliganism. In moments of coffee breaks with my staff, I took it as a rule to put Vika on my lap. Being in this frivolous, “pioneer” position, surrounded by serious colleagues dressed in business clothes, a mature woman of balzak age began to fidget in confusion, involuntarily causing me to have an erection attack. Sipping the coffee, I tapped my fingers over her slender legs, clinging to the challenging stockings with an imperturbable face, and then, overcoming timid resistance, slightly spread her tight thighs ...

Situated opposite, boys and girls, sneaking but fascinated, watched as their eyes shamelessly opened the woman's crotch, covered with transparent panties, cutting into an intimate hill. While blushing, Victoria paused in my lap, but I heard her breathing changing, becoming, in spite of her desperate efforts to hide, more difficult. I continued my little performance, enjoying the embarrassment of the office plankton, watching as I touch the female breast, and my animated fingers climb under the secretary's blouse.When I found nipples that were getting stronger from touching, I played with them, lightly squeezed, stroked, eloquently showing that the lady sitting on her lap is in my property ...

The idea that Victoria can at any moment stain me with her juices, which stand out against her will, through her thinned panties, only provoke me. And every time ...