I am dam sexy and hot married woman of 25 years age who loves to enjoy a lot. I love to wear sexy and hot clothes. I am working as a personal secretar...y in export-import company. I am 5.8ft tall, sexy long legs, very fair look, long hair, dark eyes and sexy figure of 34-26-34 with Cup size “C”. As you know my boss has enjoyed me with few clients and now was nothing to hide from him for me. Day by Day my old boss always ask me to wear sexy clothes in office so that he can enjoy my looks.One day. It was absolutely true what Miss. Margaret said: she was very pretty. A young fresh face, framed by blonde hair nicely combed with plaits with two red ribbons at each end. She had a nice French nose with sparse freckles on it. I started to have feelings about her.“Now, let’s get back to work!” declared M. Margaret.Susan went back to her desk and sitting down the sleeve of her uniform pulled down the inkpot. A crash was heard and suddenly silence fell like a curtain above us.Miss. Margaret stood. "It's time to teach you a lesson Puckett."I snort, "What are you, a walking cliché? Oh, 'it's time to teach you a lesson Puckett'." I imitate him in a falsetto, feeling the familiar emotion of anger growing in my gut. "Call me when you grow a pair."I move to walk away, and I can feel him seething behind me. His first punch is clumsy, fuelled by rage. I dodge it easily and catch him on the ear. I manage a few more punches while his friends stand there stunned, and he's on the ground by the time. The woman I reported to, the office manager, brought me everyone's overflow work. There were letters to type, things to file, data entry to perform. That was fine, I could type as well as most and I was familiar with the computer programs they used. The filing was a little boring but I didn't let it bother me. Taking turns with the other secretaries, making and fetching coffee, was something I didn't particularly relish but I did it with a smile, not making waves. Being nervous and feeling.