I tell people over the internet that I'm twenty-four but I'm actually older. Nor do I really have a boyfriend. I do have a lover, or at least a guy I ...go to bed with. But it's hard to call "Ralph" a boy since he's more than ten years my senior. And I can't tell anyone he's "my" boyfriend because he's married, has three kids, and a beautiful wife. He's not quite my boss because I don't work for him directly. I have this job which requires that I be available at a workstation during business. ..the heady mix of desire and degradation was too intoxicating to resist. "I understand" I said, and we both knew I meant it. He leaned in for a gentle kiss on the lips, smiled at me and then growled, "get on your fucking hands and knees slut", giving me a hard slap to the face for emphasis. I dropped down and looked up at him for further instruction...he opened the door and signalled for me to crawl in, and as the door clicked shut behind us he let out an evil laugh that sent shivers down my. Penny can see trouble coming. And that's not even counting the political and economic power of friends, parents of friends, and my employers."She took a breath, and continued. "I know you worry. It's in the job description. But I'm really not doing things for you to worry about. And I'm not a little boy anymore." But you're still my child. My little girl. It's hard to see you so deeply involved in things I don't know enough about; to know there's nothing I can do to help if you have a problem.". Her finger probed deep into my bowels. I shuddered, the digit wiggling in me, adding such a velvety delight to her other actions. My asshole clenched down on her finger, my pussy drinking in the pumping glide of her other two digits.I humped against her, her tongue flicking faster and faster at my clit. My orgasm burned through me, growing, swelling, driving me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head. I let out a whimpering groan of rapture as her fingers curled in my snatch.Brushed that special.