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know I didn't do this."
He shrugged. "I don't know anything. I just know money is missing."
"Don't do this, Mr. Duncan. I can't lose my job." Anxiety overcame her anger. If he got her fired her whole life would be destroyed. She would have to move to get another job.....if she could even get another job after being fired for theft.
"You can return my money," he suggested.
"I didn't take your money. I swear. Please believe me," she was begging now, trying to get him to see the truth. "I can't get fired for this, Mr. Duncan. Please."
"Maybe we can make a deal, Tory. You do something for me and I will forget all about this....incident." His tone was mild, but his eyes were expressive, heated.
Tory let out her breath in a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan. Thank you. I'll do whatever you want."
"Good. Undress for me, Victoria," his tone became low and demanding.
"Pardon me, Mr. Duncan. What did you say?," she replied, certain she had misunderstood.
"It's fairly clear, Victoria. Undress. Take off your clothes."
"You want me to...to....you want to do that?" Her voice was trembling now. She could see the fire in his eyes as he stared at her, running his eyes up and down her body.
"For such a literate woman you seem to be having a very hard time with comprehension and speech. It's very simple. You want me to forget the incident, I want you to undress and then take further instructions. Understand?," he asked her softly as he released her confined hair and let it spill over her shoulders.
Oh God. Tory shivered as she felt the brush of his hand on her cheek. She couldn't do this. Could she? If she didn't she would very likely lose her job. "Please Mr. Duncan. Don't do this to me."
He reached out and caressed her breasts through the sweater, lazily stroking, teasing her pebbled nipples. He grabbed the edges of her sweater and pulled them up until she had to raise her arms for him to pull the garment over her head. It was dropped carelessly on the floor.
"Looks like, your comprehension still isn't good. I guess you need a little help," he whispered with a husky voice against her ear.
"I...I...please....don't," she trembled as she tried to reason with him.
He undid her lacy bra and it joined her sweater. His warm, big hands surrounded her breasts, stroking her skin, setting it on fire wherever he touched.
He pulled his shirt off over his head in one, agile motion and pulled her against him. She could feel him, breasts to chest, skin to skin, and she almost moaned.
He took off her glasses and set them gently on the chair.
She was self-conscious. She covered her breasts as he moved away to set down her glasses. "Mr. Duncan. You can't just do this. We---"
His mouth claimed hers, stopping any further speech. He kissed her with a ferocious passion that negated his calm words. His mouth and tongue conquered her, demanding her to yield. And she yielded. Her mouth opened to his, meeting his hot tongue as they mingled. He kissed her a passion she had never known existed.
She broke away, panting and confused. "Mr. Duncan. Please."
"Please what, Tory?" He sounded breathless as he lowered her skirt, pulling shoes off as he pulled it over her feet. She had to hold onto his shoulders for balance, realizing that she had never even felt him undo the fastenings of her skirt.
"This isn't right, Mr. Duncan. We can't do this." She tried to sound firm but her will was breaking.
As he caressed her pussy lips softly through her panties, teasing her, her will completely shattered. She moaned as his other hand teased her breast.
"You're wet, Tory," he whispered as his tongue traveled gently over the edges of her ear.
Her face flamed. Her pussy was drenched. Her panties had been damp since he first touched her tits through her sweater.
His fingers grew more demanding as he lowered her panties and caressed her slit,
He shrugged. "I don't know anything. I just know money is missing."
"Don't do this, Mr. Duncan. I can't lose my job." Anxiety overcame her anger. If he got her fired her whole life would be destroyed. She would have to move to get another job.....if she could even get another job after being fired for theft.
"You can return my money," he suggested.
"I didn't take your money. I swear. Please believe me," she was begging now, trying to get him to see the truth. "I can't get fired for this, Mr. Duncan. Please."
"Maybe we can make a deal, Tory. You do something for me and I will forget all about this....incident." His tone was mild, but his eyes were expressive, heated.
Tory let out her breath in a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Mr. Duncan. Thank you. I'll do whatever you want."
"Good. Undress for me, Victoria," his tone became low and demanding.
"Pardon me, Mr. Duncan. What did you say?," she replied, certain she had misunderstood.
"It's fairly clear, Victoria. Undress. Take off your clothes."
"You want me to...to....you want to do that?" Her voice was trembling now. She could see the fire in his eyes as he stared at her, running his eyes up and down her body.
"For such a literate woman you seem to be having a very hard time with comprehension and speech. It's very simple. You want me to forget the incident, I want you to undress and then take further instructions. Understand?," he asked her softly as he released her confined hair and let it spill over her shoulders.
Oh God. Tory shivered as she felt the brush of his hand on her cheek. She couldn't do this. Could she? If she didn't she would very likely lose her job. "Please Mr. Duncan. Don't do this to me."
He reached out and caressed her breasts through the sweater, lazily stroking, teasing her pebbled nipples. He grabbed the edges of her sweater and pulled them up until she had to raise her arms for him to pull the garment over her head. It was dropped carelessly on the floor.
"Looks like, your comprehension still isn't good. I guess you need a little help," he whispered with a husky voice against her ear.
"I...I...please....don't," she trembled as she tried to reason with him.
He undid her lacy bra and it joined her sweater. His warm, big hands surrounded her breasts, stroking her skin, setting it on fire wherever he touched.
He pulled his shirt off over his head in one, agile motion and pulled her against him. She could feel him, breasts to chest, skin to skin, and she almost moaned.
He took off her glasses and set them gently on the chair.
She was self-conscious. She covered her breasts as he moved away to set down her glasses. "Mr. Duncan. You can't just do this. We---"
His mouth claimed hers, stopping any further speech. He kissed her with a ferocious passion that negated his calm words. His mouth and tongue conquered her, demanding her to yield. And she yielded. Her mouth opened to his, meeting his hot tongue as they mingled. He kissed her a passion she had never known existed.
She broke away, panting and confused. "Mr. Duncan. Please."
"Please what, Tory?" He sounded breathless as he lowered her skirt, pulling shoes off as he pulled it over her feet. She had to hold onto his shoulders for balance, realizing that she had never even felt him undo the fastenings of her skirt.
"This isn't right, Mr. Duncan. We can't do this." She tried to sound firm but her will was breaking.
As he caressed her pussy lips softly through her panties, teasing her, her will completely shattered. She moaned as his other hand teased her breast.
"You're wet, Tory," he whispered as his tongue traveled gently over the edges of her ear.
Her face flamed. Her pussy was drenched. Her panties had been damp since he first touched her tits through her sweater.
His fingers grew more demanding as he lowered her panties and caressed her slit,
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