In his office.

"You'll find Daddy in his office!" Lily called before the door shut and she was whisked away, leaving you alone with your manila envelope of files.

The thought of going into Mr Williams' office fills you with an old trepidation. It's a silly childhood fear, you were always told as a little girl not to go into his office, and even now the idea just seems taboo.

"I'm not a little girl anymore," you tell yourself as you hesitate before the door. "Mr Williams wants me in there."

Seizing the large brass handle you push it down and lead you head in. Not exactly a bold entrance, but it's not like you can take dramatic strides in your heels and tiny tight pencil skirt anyway.

"Mr Williams?" you ask, your desire for permission to enter implicit.

"There you are Kiddo! Come in." He booms from behind his desk, waving for you to enter. "I was worried you gotten lost."

You blush as you open the door fully and step in. You don't want to admit that you had managed to forget the way up to his office, losing yourself in the manor's sprawling corridors. Your blush deepens as Mr Williams drinks you in, taking a much harder look than Lily had. Your narrow heels go nicely with your black thigh-high stockings, the tight pencil skirt you wear so short that it shows off a healthy flash of skin and your garter straps. Your white short sleeved blouse is very generous with the amount of cleavage it shows off, the little black waistcoat you wear helping to emphasize your large breasts and skinny waist. Finally, the little tie you put around your neck dips invitingly between your breasts. And Mr Williams seems to be loving every single little article you're wearing.

"I brought the papers you wanted Mr Williams," you smile, eager to appear useful and hide your air-headed mistake. Eager as well for Mr Williams to be very unprofessional.

"Now, now, come around here and greet me properly." He chastises gently, but you can hear a little of the tone from last night, the tone you heard over and over as you masturbated to the recording he sent you as he told you to clean up your mess.

You obey happily, coming around the back of his desk as he rises to meet you, sweeping you up into a hug and for a moment he is an old family friend greeting the little girl who grew up. But the moment doesn't last very long. You press close to him, crushing your breasts into his chest and pressing your hips against his leg. You are compelled to feel him and let him feel you, and you moan as one of his big, strong hands runs through your soft, luxurious hair. You moan even more as his other hand crushes your ass in a powerful grip, lifting the edges of the little skirt to feel the toned skin beneath. Today's little black thong protects nothing.

"Oh Mr Williams..." you pine. You needed this. Needed him. Just being held like this is better than touching yourself.

Your delicate lips open and he takes the opportunity to kiss you, and you cling helplessly to him as he raids your little mouth. You think about how Daddy kisses Mummy, you think about Lily, you think about last night and soon you think nothing at all. It was never your strong suit anyway, but Mr Williams is making you think that kissing might be.