A man´s footsteps.Mr. Jones entered the office, apparently without even seeing her. He closed the door behind him and headed for the refrigerator.“...Are you wearing your shirt?” he asked.“No, sir” she said quickly.“good”He got a beer out, just one, just for himself. Opened it and took a sip. It had been a tough day for her, she could have used a drink herself.“Take your skirt off...”Her jaw dropped. He was so forward and almost rude. If any other man had ever talked to her in that way, she would. "You need to stop this" I said walkingtowards him as I approached I could see lipstick marks on the collar ofhis shirt and smell perfume from him. "Where you been" I asked "Eh justwent for a couple" "Eh more than a couple" I answered "This needs tostop you've got Melissa to think about" he sat down his head in hishands, I thought I could hear a slight sob, I crouched beside him "Iknow it's hard" I said but you've got a wonderful daughter who wantsher dad with her sober, not like this you've. You can’t. You can’t tell them!" he said."I won’t tell anyone, but only if you finish it now. Come on, jack off for me. Cum for me, Mr. Potts. If you don’t, then I’ll tell them you did. Come on, do it. Here, I’ll even help you out a bit and show you my tits that you’re always staring at," she said and reached behind her back and unclasped her bikini top.She let it fall to the floor and said, "Cum for me, Mr. Potts. Jack off your big fucking cock and cum for me. Go ahead, I know you you were. "Mistress and I continued smoking our cigarettes and made some small talkwhile we continue to watch Karen get fucked.The guys changed positions. She was now riding the lighter skinned guywhile jacking and blowing the dark skinned guy. Karen knew that Mistressand I were watching her, but she never broke her stride. She was verygood at her slave duties. Mistress and I talked for a few more minutes. Ifinished my cigarette." Well, i've got some training to get started on,Mistress. May I be.