Frustrated Milf Ch. 03

I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to get out of there. I finally got my skirt on.

"May I put my blouse on?"

Carl said, "I hate to cover your tits up, put it on but don't button it up."

I tucked my blouse into my skirt, but it gaped open showing my creamy cleavage.

"Can I go now sir?"

Bob said "sure, but if you think of saying anything to anybody, just remember two of those guys were under twenty-one and they swore you bought the whiskey."

I was dead, they had me. As long as I worked there, they would hold it over me. Just as I reached the door, Bob said, "Starting Monday you'll be working with me in my office. Oh, and by the way, don't button up till you get home."

I hung my head and mumbled "ok."

One more embarrassment for me to endure. The parking guy will get a free tit show.

Sure enough as she pulled up to the gate in the garage there was a security guard standing there. As I twisted to put my ticket in the machine, my blouse was wide open exposing the overworked pink lace bra that barely contained my twin beauties. He gave a low whistle and tipped his hat; I was turned on and mortified at the same time. I couldn't help wondering if he had a dick that would satisfy me.

As I drove home, I felt this was worse than being fired, but if I knew what they were planning to do to me. I would have quit on the spot.

Meanwhile in his mother's basement, Dennis viewed the recording from Richards office for the tenth time, happily jerking off, as Richard and his friends were cumming on Peggy's face. He wondered what she would do to keep it private.