Fred Foley, intrigued, had hired her.

That did not surprise Jackie.

The only thing that surprised her was that he did not screw her for three whole days.

Bixt then he had taken her to lunch and they had a few martinis and back at the office she had sat on his lap with her dictation pad and pencil and that had been that.

He'd screwed her every day since.

Since he was wasting a lot of his working day fucking, and since Jackie was so inefficient that Fred had to do a great deal more work than normal, he was not really advancing his career, as his wife had assumed.

But he was still too tired to fuck much at home, and it had the same effect.

Jackie was seated at her desk, the top of which was bare, applying red lipstick, when Fred Foley came in. She gave him a sexy smile as he passed. She had taken note of the lump in his pants and knew that she would be summoned to his private office soon. She put her lipstick away. She squirmed in her chair. Sure enough, Foley buzzed her on the intercom.

Jackie went into his private office, carrying her dictation pad for the sake of appearance.

Foley stood beside his desk, smiling, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked every bit the executive but for one fact.

His cock was sticking out.

His pecker was semi-erect, looping out from his open fly in a great coil. It bobbled slightly, as if the weight of the massive knob were causing the shaft to bob up and down like a plumb line, defining the angle of his lust.