Meeting with Grandfather

The three of you catch your breath, and you and your wife stand up and start to straighten you clothing. Amanda remains slumped on the floor, still shuddering.

"She's a hot little bitch, John. Are you going to make her your secretary? Send Miss Muffin packing?"

"Early days, Laurel, early days," you say and nudge Amanda with the toe of you shoe. "Get up and clean yourself up." The girls struggles to her feet, her lipstick smeared on her cheeks, come dribbling down her thighs.

"Look at you, sweet bitch," your wife says solicitously, cleaning the girl's face up with a tissue. "You look like you've just been fucked, while licking some fine pussy." She helps Amanda button her top and straighten her dress, the younger woman looking grateful but confused.

"We bitches have to help each other out, dear," Laurel says, glancing at you. "He's a magnificent, masterful bastard isn't he?" She kisses the girl gently on her lips.

"I hate to interrupt this very delightful interchange, but I have a meeting to prepare for," you tell them.

"That's our cue, sweet bitch. Maybe we'll fuck again sometime soon. Look at the time, I must run. Are you home for dinner John, or do you have other bitches to fuck?" She looks at you, grinning.

"I'll call you,"you answer. "Or not." Your wife grins and traces a manicured finger across your chin, before sauntering to the door, Amanda following her. You follow them and see Meghan at her desk, staring after them as they leave. She glances at you and you smile at her sardonically.

Half an hour later, promptly at 2:00pm Meghan taps on your door frame.

"Mr. Gavin is here for your meeting, Mr. Chandler," she says, her face a mask of professionalism. Her elegantly dressed grandfather steps through the door, giving an appraising glance to your secretary.

"John, great to see you," he strides forward to shake your hand.

"Gentlemen, can I get you coffee? Or something else? Mr. Gavin?" she says, cocking her head inquiringly.

"Coffee, thank you," he says, looking a touch surprised. You nod at Meghan and she nods back in understanding, turning and leaving the room. Her grandfather looks after her.

"Well. I do detect signs of progress. Whatever you're doing it's obviously working," he says, looking thoughtfully at you. "Did you spank her?"

"A time or two."

"Excellent. Just what the little fool needs. Best thing for her," he says smiling, as Meghan returns with coffee. "Thank you my dear." He takes a sip and nods appreciation. Meghan smiles and looks at the two of you.

"Will there be anything else gentlemen?" she asks, and seeing nods of negation, she smiles and sways from the room. Both of you watch her until she shuts the door.

He sniffs the air thoughtfully, giving you an appraising look. "I detect the aroma of recently fucked pussy. My Granddaughter?

"No, my wife dropped by unexpectedly. While I was fucking Amanda. It turned into a bit of a party."

"Your wife? That brings back some memories." He smiles thoughtfully. "How is the dear girl, still taking care of you?"

"Very well, sir. She takes care of me very well."

"Evidently. Who is this Amanda?"

"Dave Cooper's secretary."

"Oh the busty little black haired one. I've heard she's a girl who knows her way around a man. Fucks like a mink, I think the expression is. I guess you can confirm that," he grins and you nod.

"Ahh, my, if I was only younger. I'm impressed John. Anyway, let's to business. How are things with the Cornelius account?"