The Boss’s Hot Wife
Wealthy Abalone
The boss's wife, Irene Peters, was insanely hot. She would often just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me.
I couldn't help myself and snapped a quick photo. Then I ducked into the restroom, staring at it while pleasuring myself.
I was halfway through when the door suddenly swung open. Irene stood there, staring at me with her eyes wide.
"Wow, how are you that big? And what were you doing, taking pictures of me?"
I jumped, scrambling to pull my pants back up.
But instead of getting mad, she looked almost amused.
"You're done for. I'm telling Fabian."
A minute later, my boss, Fabian Peters, showed up. I braced myself, expecting to get chewed out or fired on the spot.
Instead, he stuffed a wad of cash into my hand.
"My wife hasn't been able to get pregnant," he said. "You're well-built. Help me out."