Mark glanced at his watch. Just after three, and as if linked to his watch, his long prick began to pound hotly in his pants. She was due any minute now.

The distinguished, thirty-eight year old civic leader lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. The whole Goddamned mess began six months ago, when he'd punished his daughter, Marsha, for some trivial incident. But the delicious feel of her hot, plump young ass quivering beneath his fingers sparked a deep, violent urge in his loins. Beneath the thin material of her skirt and panties, her luscious ass triggered a molten climax in his pants. He'd come again and again, breathing heavily, his lust filled by her helpless sobs. He'd finally let her go, but by then it was too late. He was hooked, addicted to the feel of silky young ass, and from that moment on he spent almost all his time fantasizing, daydreaming, unable to resist a constant massive hard-on.

The girl entered his private office now, without even knocking, and Mark sucked in his breath. Her eyes shone with worship and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. But it was her deliciously curved young body that held his attention. High, delicately-rounded tits above a narrow waist, plump thighs and perfectly smooth calves. And above all that juicy innocence, the face of an angel framed by long golden hair.

It was his next-door neighbor's daughter, Julie, who was also Marsha's best friend.

"Hi, Mr. Jensen," she said brightly. Her voice was laud enough for any of the salesmen on the floor to overhear: "Could you give me a lift home if you're leaving now?"

"As a matter of fact, I was leaving early today," Mark said, reaching for his briefcase. Was this idiotic, rehearsed conversation really fooling anyone, ho wondered nervously? It didn't matter, he realized. A squad of police cars couldn't stop him from what was going to happen in the next hour.