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Sofia — with her sleek blonde ponytail, aqua-blue eyes, tight black pencil skirt, red high heels, and snug white blouse — was simply delicious to look at.
She had only just turned sweet eighteen, and when she wasn't dressed in her business get-up and make-up she looked as innocent and pure as her tender age suggested.
But as she strolled through my place of work, swaying her shapely hips as each guy who worked for me drooled over every inch of her curvy little body, something strange, and quite alarming, stirred within me…
Sofia was my only daughter and I had invited her to intern for me so that she could experience what working in a real office environment felt like.
Although she had much greater ambitions than talking to clients all day over the phone, it was the middle of summer and we had both agreed that the work would do her good.
She was normally a spoiled little thing, but now she had come of age we thought that earning a little cash of her own would make her appreciate money more.
Her grand entry to work each morning, at least thirty minutes later than everyone else, had gone on for three days before my life — and hers, for that matter — would change forever.
I had a small oak statue on top of my filing cabinet in my private office.
It was a Free Use ornament which I picked up on one of my expensive business trips out to Japan.
It brought me more pussy and easy sex than I care to remember.
For the rest of the trip — not long after I found the marvelous statue in a dusty old antique shop — I found myself balls-deep in so much oriental pussy that I almost stayed out there permanently.
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