
Going to his safe, Ike took out three hundred-dollar bills and put them in an envelope with a note that he scribbled on a piece of paper from his memo pad. The envelope he put in her purse.
Then he turned to his intercom and addressed his secretary. "Harriett, would you please make me a reservation for lunch at Dino's? No, just for one."
Chapter 2
It was a very shaken and confused young Kim that caught the bus for home nearly two hours later. She had arranged her hair as best she could, but she hadn't been able to find her panties anywhere in the office. She had lain there in the afterglow, still on her face with one leg off the edge of the couch cushion. Kim vaguely remembered feeling Ike leave her, pulling his unerect cock, which had not shrunk much at all in the softening, out of her soft, contented vagina, and hearing him dress, call his secretary, and go out of the office. Unable to move in the aftermath of the fucking she had received, she had lain there for an hour while ghosts of Curt and her mother danced reprovingly through her head.
Kim stood in the bus, hanging on the overhead bar, while the residue of Ike's thick, white semen ran in trails down the inside of her legs all the way to her ankles. She hoped no one on the crowded bus would notice. Then, she would be definitely embarrassed. Fucked, well and truly fucked, by her husband's employer! She had to live with the fact that something very unusual had happened, that a very lewd thing had been done to her, and that she had assisted in it.
