“Mr. Olive, you have a client. A Mr. Holder is waiting in your office.” I thanked her, informing her I would be right there. I also made a mental note to contact our human resources department about replacing that wacky receptionist. She never got my name right no matter how many times I corrected her since I had arrived. And forget about her getting my clients’ names right. Always on top of my game, I knew all of my clients, so I had no chance of addressing them by the name she gave them. However, new people were being added to my clientele database. I couldn’t afford to look foolish or unprofessional to them. Unprofessional. What I had just done to Willow in the office was exactly that. Once again, I had lost all of my control with her. Breaking my mouth from hers, I removed my jacket, tossed it on the couch, loosen my tie a bit, and rolled up my sleeves. Back in front of her, I listened to her breathing, watched the rise and fall of her full breasts. Then, I spun her around, folded her body over, lifted her skirt, and slid her sexy, red lace panties to the side.
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