The Boss’s Hot Wife

Summary

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."