1. Secretarial Duties


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Mature, Author: jwpa17, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    [with thanks to my muse] “Wow, babe! You look really hot! Are you trying to seduce your new manager?” Bill looked up from his eggs and eyed Patricia. “Want some coffee, hun? Maybe got time for breakfast with me? Before you go hit on Mr. Krushank.” Patricia was wearing heels, a short, tight skirt, and Bill's favorite low-cut top. He didn't know it, but she also had her best pearls in her purse, along with black Wolford stockings, her travel sized vial of Cartier Baiser Vole, and a small make-up case. “No, silly, you're supposed to meet me tonight for dinner downtown, remember?” “Oh, yeah. I forgot. Sorry, babe. I'll be there...what, about 7:00? Where? City Fish?” “Umm. Coffee's good. Yes, that sounds good ... 7:00 at City Fish. You make the reservations. I’ll call you if something comes up.” “I was going to the cleaner's today, babe – do you need anything dropped off?” Bill was currently unemployed and played the role of house-husband. He was having a lot of trouble finding a job, because he was too qualified for entry-level positions. Until he was laid off, he was the primary bread-winner. Now, he took care of the house – the house cleaner was too expensive to keep – and did most of the cooking. It was pretty clear that Bill was feeling a lot of stress about the situation. They weren't in serious financial trouble, at least, not yet. But he was under a lot of pressure. He used to call Patricia his trophy wife – she was ten years younger, but with her Chinese heritage, she ...
    looked more like twenty years younger. Two months after Bill had been let go, Patricia had gotten a raise. That evening, celebrating, she had jokingly referred to Bill as her trophy husband, and it had really upset him. She had been much more careful since. “Cleaners...no, I don’t think so. I have to check.” Patricia poured herself coffee and glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh! I'm going to be late. I have to run, sweetie. Don't forget. Seven tonight.” Patricia set down the cup, and kissed his cheek. “Love you!” The sixty-minute commute was ordinarily a chance to get herself into a working mood. Today, however, the red “Check Engine” light came on and Patricia winced at the thought of another bill. They weren't hurting, but they didn't have money to spare, either. “It never rains but it pours,” she said aloud. “Please, let it be something minor. Something inexpensive.” She mentally crossed her fingers, hoping that whatever the problem was, it wasn’t serious enough to cause a break-down. Fortunately, she made it into work with no further problems. She usually had the car serviced at a place close to home, because it made it easier for she and Bill to coordinate. But she thought that maybe she should call someplace close by and try to get it in, even this morning. If she was lucky, she might still drive it home tonight repaired. Of course, with Bill coming in for dinner, she could always have him come to the office and pick her up. “’Morning, Trish.” Mr. Krushank joined her at ...
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