1. Personal Services


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: robd1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Mary Conley checked her makeup in the tiny mirror of her compact. Her ruby-red lipstick was perfect, thick mascara and smoky eye shadow, light blush across her high cheekbones all checked out fine. After applying a light dusting of powder across her nose, she snapped the compact closed and slipped it back into her purse. She hoped she looked all right, dressed in a dark green pantsuit over a white blouse. She had never been summoned to the office of her husband's boss. When she'd gotten the call from Mr. Beck's secretary this morning, she'd been alarmed, thinking something had happened to her husband. But everything was fine, the secretary had assured her, Mr. Beck just needed to speak to her about a matter of some importance. Other than that, the secretary would give her no clue as to what he might want with Mary. Fluffing her dark-red curls nervously, she looked up at the numbers as the elevator slowly climbed its way to the top floor. When the doors slid open, she stepped out into a richly decorated reception area. A pretty blonde who looked about 19 sat at a desk polishing her fingernails. She looked up cooly as Mary approached the desk. &#034I'm Mary Conley,&#034 she said, and at the girl's look of indifference, added, &#034Mr. Beck wanted to see me?&#034 The blonde picked up the phone and pushed a button. &#034Mr. Conley's wife is here,&#034 she announced, then hung up and pointed at the door to Mary's right. &#034They're waiting for you,&#034 she said in a bored ...
    tone. &#034You can go in.&#034 &#034Thank you,&#034 Mary smiled, adding in her mind, &#034little bitch.&#034 She moved to the door and opened it, stepping into a wood-paneled office that was large enough to host a revival meeting. There was thick shag carpeting on the floor, a pair of leather sofas and coffee table in one corner, and three men, one of whom was her husband, seated around the largest oak desk she'd ever seen. The man seated behind the desk rose to greet her. &#034I'm Roderick Beck,&#034 he introduced himself with a disarming smile, reaching out to shake her hand. She recognized him of course, having seen him a number of times at company functions, although they had never spoken. Around 50, he was quite handsome, with a full head of slicked-back black hair over a deeply tanned face with steely gray eyes and a hawk-like profile. He was about six feet tall, with the lean frame of a powerfully built man who had not let his muscles turn to flab as he aged. He had the air of supreme self-confidence of a man who had single-handedly built an empire. She could feel the strength in his grasp as she shook the proferred hand. She couldn't help but find him attractive, even a bit intoxicating. &#034This is Harvey Feinberg, head of our legal department,&#034 he indicated the sour-faced, balding man sitting in a chair to the side of the desk who nodded, but offered no other greeting. &#034And you know your husband, of course,&#034 he said with a smile. &#034Yes, of course,&#034 ...
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