When I was called into the supervisor's office, I was a bit leery that perhaps someone had reported my activities with either Sue or Doris. I hoped th...at I would not be fired because I had let my dick supersede my brain on so many occasions.The supervisor, Mrs. Peabody, was called "Penny" by a select few of the "old-timers". It was a tightly knit group and I was not a member. Fortunately, Doris was a member so perhaps she could put in a good word for me if "push came to shove".Mrs. Peabody was. He saw the ugly swolleness on her forehead and tried to tie the two together, but intensive police training couldn't be denied. He moved forward to the bed-side and said:"Hello, Baby... it's Mark. How are you, Doll? Feel better... ?" Ooohhh... Mark... darling... you've come!" she managed, looking elsewhere and never seeing him. "Feel better... feel better, Doll... yesss, Baby feels better... feels fine... everything's fine... fine... !"The young deputy could only stare down at his young, blonde. I could see that she was now holding the cello too tight and put my hands on her thighs to ease the pressure, I could not resist and touched her pussy, again she did not flinch, so I touched her again, this time she responded and held my hand between her legs, and rubbed it up and down. I knelt in front of her and took the Cello away, her legs remained open as she smiled at me, my hand now on her thighs I gently eased the further apart, her knickers were tight across her pussy and now very wet,. “Was it because of this morning? I am so sorry, she should have known better than to make such a mess of the breakfast display I shall tell her off most severely.” I needed to try a different tact. “Do you enjoy working here Jessica?” Jessica went white as a sheet and replied with a, “yes sir?” “And If I was to ask you colleagues if they enjoy working with you?” “I think they would say yes Sir?” One of the benefits of never shouting or showing visible signs of anger is that a slight raise.