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 Title: When in Rome...  Pt.  03


Summary: Ro gets revenge on her brother's tormentor.


Keywords: inc,fic,brother,sister,redhead,bigboobs,office sex





   Ro was a great assistant.  From day one, we functioned like a well oiled
machine.

   Actually, I should probably rephrase that.  'Ro' was my sister / partner
/ bedmate and sexual plaything of my dreams.  The beautiful young woman
that worked with me everyday was Carolyn Willson.  She was the Clara Kunt
to Ro's Superfuck, and her disguise was pretty similar as well, consisting
of a pair of glasses, conservative hair style, and clothing befitting a
librarian.  Her spectacular curves camouflaged, she was all business, and
it wasn't just an act.

   My productivity went up exponentially, and within weeks of her arrival,
we had attracted the attention of the company.

   Ro had dealt with Mom and Dad, letting them know that she'd be staying
here in Italy for the foreseeable future.  She told them the truth.  Okay,
not really....she gave them the base model of the truth, stripped of all
the bells, whistles, options and interesting bits.  I agreed with her that
they probably wouldn't find them as 'interesting' as we did.  She told them
her new boyfriend had gotten her a job here, and she was going to stay to
work, which was true.  Also much less likely to cause a stroke.

   Most days, we would leave work separately, to maintain the illusion of
individuality.  Once we got home, we often did homework, and planning for
the next day...  when it didn't interfere with our sex life.  Ro had a
habit of doing paperwork naked, which often led to not doing paperwork
naked, if you catch my drift.

   One day, I arrived home a few minutes after Ro, to find her sipping a
glass of wine in the living room.  She was still dressed in her work
attire, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her glasses on.  A
sexy shoe dangled playfully from the toes of her foot, while she bounced
her crossed leg absentmindedly.  It was the huge smile that told me
something was up.

   I bent to kiss her, and she responded favourably, cupping the back of my
neck as we tangled tongues.  Greeting complete, I walked into the kitchen.

   "I heard something very interesting today," she laughed, "and you won't
believe who I heard it from."

   It should come as no surprise that offices the world over have
similarities to the ones in your home town.  Gossip, politics, and gossip,
regardless of the language spoken, were universal, and everywhere, if you
want to know what's really going on, you need to be plugged into the
secretarial pool, no pun intended.  Fortunately, I wasn't just plugged in,
I had an embedded reporter, with a vested interest in the information.  For
example, Ro had leaned that Isabella's time in the pool had been short, as
she'd been plucked quickly by my boss, Giovanni, and fucked by him almost
immediately.  She was happy, having been promoted, and he was getting laid
by a certified sexpot, so things settled down a little.

   "Giovanni is moving to the Milan office, and he's taking Isabella with
him," she smiled.  "I heard it straight from her." I knew Isabella's
presence was a thorn in Ro's side, so I was happy it would be removed, but
the smile on her face was much more than just one of relief.  There had to
be more.

   "That's not even the best part," she continued, uncrossing her legs and
standing.  She slowly walked toward me, her hips swinging in a sexy manner
that told me I was in for a treat.  "The word around the office, among
those who know what to listen for, is that the front runner for his old
office is..." she stopped in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my
neck, cocking her head to prepare for another kiss, "...  one David
Hathaway!  Congratulations, mister Vice President!" Her lips met mine, in a
scorching embrace.  She sucked my tongue eagerly, obviously more than a
little excited.  "I'm so proud of you."

   Premature chicken counting aside, I knew this wouldn't be happening if
it weren't for her help, and I wanted her to know that I appreciated it.

   "Thank you, honey, but it's not a 'me' promotion.  It's a 'we'
promotion, and I'll never forget how much help you have been.  I hope this
is only the beginning." I know it sounded more like a speech made to an
audience than thanking someone you love, but there would be much more to
follow.

   Much more did follow.  We went out to dinner to celebrate, got home
around 8, and by 9 we were in bed, using the horizontal surface for its
secondary design purpose.  There were a few lulls in the action, but by the
time I rolled off her around 2, we were both hot, sweaty, satisfied and
exhausted.  We could both use a shower, but neither of us could muster the
energy or coordination to stand, so we just cuddled together and went to
sleep.

   When morning arrived, Ro's effusive kisses gave me the impression she
felt more than adequately compensated for her part in our promotion.  I
considered it a down payment.

   ***

   A few days later, when I arrived home after work, I had a question for
my sister.  I had heard something at the office earlier, and was waiting
until we were alone to get her take on it.

   "Ro, you didn't tell me that Fred Watkins was retiring as well?" I
asked. Fred was the President of the Italian Operations Unit, and he was
retiring just after I would be moving into the Vice- President's Office. 
"What's the intelligence say on his replacement?"

   "Oh, sorry," she said, giving me a sly look.  "I was concentrating on
us. Scuttlebutt says some guy named Mills...  Harrison Mills.  Anything
else you want to kn.....  " she stopped mid sentence.  I guess the look on
my face said it all.  "I'm going to guess that you know him, and you're not
going to be inviting him over for drinks.  Not terribly fond of him?"

   Where to start, on a loathing list for Harrison Mills?  I felt my hands
balling into fists of rage.  Even though I was happier now with Ro than I'd
ever been with Kate, when faced with the prospect of having to see one of
the men that was involved in my wife's infidelity, all I could see was a
red curtain of anger.  I'd hoped that he would die a horrible death in a
train wreck, a shark would bite his dick off on vacation in Florida, or at
the very least, I would never see him or hear his name again.

   "No.  Not fond of him, at all," was my reply, through gritted teeth. 
"He's one of them," I spat.  "He's the one that was well connected enough
to get away, scot free."

   "Ah, l had no idea," Ro said, holding my hand in hers.  Her voice was
soothing.  "It's okay, David...  just breathe, and relax.  Come on, open
your hands.  Release the tension.  Don't let him hurt you again.  Remember
that I Love You."

   As usual, she was right.  Nothing I did now would change what had
happened, and nothing ever could.  I may not have had anything to do with
him fucking my wife, but I had everything to do with my own reaction to
that event, especially now.  He could only hurt me if I let his presence
bother me.  I took a deep breath, exhaled, and relaxed, as much as I could.


   Ro took me in her arms and held me close.  She stroked my hair softly,
over and over, until she finally said what was on her mind.

   "I'm going to get that son of a bitch!  I promise you, he'll pay for
what he did to my brother!  Just leave him to me!"

   I Loved Ro dearly, and thankfully I hadn't been on the receiving end of
her considerable temper since we were kids.  Hopefully, I never would
again. For a split second, a very, very small part of me was almost sorry
for that philandering bastard, but the feeling passed, replaced with one of
curiosity.

   "What do you have in mind?" I asked her.

   "Don't know yet, but that prick will get his comeuppance.  I'll start
gathering info immediately.  For now, you just relax.  When he gets here, I
know you'll have to deal with him, from day to day, but try not to let him
get to you.  I'll let you know if I need your help.  Let him think he's
won, until he finds out he's fucked."

   ***

   Ro's revenge was set in motion, the next day.  Being a woman, part of
the secretarial sorority, and fluent in Italian, she was able to quickly
and quietly get the word out about the new, incoming boss.  His dubious
history, which included numerous secretarial dalliances, as well as fucking
my wife, was spread through the grapevine, with universal disgust.  If
Isabella proved anything, it's that Italian women like to be treated with
respect, and if they don't get it....it's Vesuvius all over again.  At the
very least, he wouldn't be getting any extra trim from these women.  They
already loathed him, and he wouldn't be here for a month.

   As for team Hathaway /Willson, we were one week away from moving into
our new office.  As the new V.  P., we would get a bigger, more luxurious
place to work, and its location in a corner of the building gave us more
windows, and a much nicer view of the piazza.  Things were looking up.

   I came home to find my sister buzzing around the kitchen, full of
energy. I stole up behind her, and kissed her neck, taking advantage of my
position to also caress her skirt covered ass gently.  We had agreed on a
'strictly business' policy when we were at work, but there were times when
I couldn't help but think of the luscious body that her conservative attire
was hiding.  I'd even grown to love the glasses, and now found them sexy as
hell.  It was like working all day with a librarian, who led a double life
as a stripper after hours.  Very arousing.

   Ro giggled, and turned to face me, allowing me to now get at her throat,
a particular favourite of mine, and a particular weakness of hers.  She
gasped as I nibbled her gently.  Still wearing the jacket of her business
suit, her boobs were hidden, but I brushed the confining garment aside, and
cupped her left breast firmly, squeezing its full, resilient mass.  That
elicited a moan of pleasure.

   I gently began plucking the buttons on her shiny satin blouse.  She'd
gone with the monochromatic look today, and her blouse was nearly the same
shade as her dark grey suit.  Again, very sexy.  As I got her top open far
enough to see her cleavage, I also saw her bra, and this time, I gasped.

   "Are you wearing the red one?" I asked, smiling at her.  She nodded. 
"The panties, too?" Another nod.  "Why, you naughty girl!" I laughed.

   Her red bra was my favourite.  So brief, it really didn't even cover her
nipples, it somehow still had the structure necessary to lift and contain
her big tits, resulting in some devastatingly delicious cleavage.  The
panties were virtually non-existent, just a couple of strings, and a tiny
patch of fabric that usually wound up wedged in her pussy, and very, very
wet.  It's a good thing I didn't know she was wearing them under her
clothes, or 'strictly business' might have given way to 'strictly fucking
the shit out of her on my desk'.  I verbalized something to that effect,
and she gave me her slutty pout.

   "That's okay.  I knew I had them on, and that you'd go nuts if you knew.
Kept me wound up all day.  Now, let me tell you my news, so you can fuck me
senseless," she whispered.  I was still nuzzling her throat, and now had
her blouse undone to her waist.  My hands were inside, teasing her nipples.
I couldn't believe she'd gone all day with her sensitive nips grating
against the satin of her blouse.  They sure were standing up hard.

   "Go ahead, honey.  I'm listening," I replied, still kissing and fondling
her.

   "No, you're not.  I know men in general, and you in particular.  As long
as there's a willing woman in the room, your dick is calling the
shots....and it doesn't have ears!" She pushed me back, and closed her
blouse and jacket over her breasts, holding it tight.

   "Okay.  Now I'm listening," I relented.  I knew better than to argue
with her.  She began her debrief.

   "Operation Retribution has begun," Ro said, with a satisfied smile.  "My
network of spies has been mobilized.  By the time 'The Bastard' gets here,
we'll know everything we need to, to formulate a plan." She giggled, and
rubbed her hands together.  My eyes dropped to her jiggling breasts for a
second.

   "I leave that to you, General," I laughed.  "Having fun?"

   "A little," she admitted reluctantly, looking embarrassed.  "Am I a
horrible person?"

   "Oh, absolutely," I replied, moving back into her arms.  My hands
resumed their exploration of her breasts.  "Horribly sexy," I whispered,
kissing her neck.  She groaned, and ground her hips against me.  "Horribly
arousing," I continued, "horribly naughty....horribly seductive..."

   "And horribly horny," she hissed, grabbing my head with both hands.  Her
mouth was on mine a second later, and her tongue would not be denied
entrance.  I started to lift her skirt, but she stopped me, breaking the
kiss to speak.

   "Too tight," she panted, kissing again.  "Never work..." kiss,
"bedroom....hurry!"

   We left a trail of clothes a blind man could follow, leading from the
kitchen, across the living room and down the short hall to where we
stumbled into the bedroom.  No foreplay was either required or requested,
as Ro just pushed me onto the bed naked, reefed her tiny panties aside, and
mounted my rampant cock without ceremony.

   In our time together, I'd seen her pretty excited a few times, but this
took it to a new level.  Wet doesn't do it justice, as her pussy literally
squelched when she impaled herself.  She made it perhaps ten furious,
frenzied strokes, with her breasts bouncing wildly out of her bra, and her
hairdo succumbing to her motions to tumble out of its bun, before she
shrieked in glee and came.  It hit her like a freight train, and she
collapsed still twitching onto my chest, gasping for air.  I just held her,
stroking her tangled hair, and counting myself lucky that this remarkable
woman wanted to be right here, with me.

   "Ooooooo, that's better," she moaned, rising wearily.  "I really needed
that!  Probably should have done myself at lunch....I was so fucking horny
all day.  Too much stimulation."

   "That'll teach you!" I laughed.

   "Yeah," she agreed, struggling to free herself from the sexy little red
bra.  She finally did, and tossed it across the room.

   "I love that bra on you," I pouted as I watched it fly past.  "it really
squishes your big boobs together nicely.  Makes some killer cleavage," I
observed, as though telling her something she didn't know.

   "Mmmm hmmm," she nodded.  "That's because it's a cup size too small, but
since it barely has any cups at all, it works out fine.  It's surprisingly
comfortable, too." She started to rise and fall on my cock again, much more
gently and subdued, now that her urgent need was past.  "And now, back to
our regularly scheduled programming!" she groaned.

   She rotated her hips, gently twisting her pussy on my shaft as she
stroked herself, rising and falling smoothly, and with considerably less
fury than earlier, but no less passion.  I watched my darling sister impale
herself, a look of heavenly satisfaction on her pretty face, and said a
silent prayer, that she would still have that look twenty years from now.

   Maybe I was getting ahead of myself.  Maybe it was the prospect of
having to deal with that prick Mills.  Maybe I was afraid he'd do it again,
and if he did, maybe I was wondering what Italian prisons were like,
because I would kill him with my bare hands.

   I palmed Ro's tits gently, listening to her purr happily as she rode me.
This part of our lovemaking session was for her.  She had spent the whole
day having her sensitive little nubbins teased to erection by the slippery
satin of her blouse, and I knew from experience that her nipples were hard
wired directly to her clit.  Stimulating one end of the circuit had a
predictable effect on the other end.  Stimulating both ends at the same
time had an equally predictable effect on her, often ending in a little
thing she liked to call an orgasm.  I called it lots of fun to watch.

   With a breast held firmly in each hand....something that was a bit
harder with Ro than a lot of women, since her tits were more than a
handful...I thumbed her stiff nipples, flicking them roughly.  She gasped,
and ground her clit harder against me.

   "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "suck my nipples, please! 
Help me cum, baby....I'm so close."

   "Well, okay, if you insist," I grumbled, feigning reluctance poorly.  I
latched onto her left breast, and suckled dutifully.

   "That's it baby, suck me good," she groaned.  "Gonna cum....gonna
cum...T.gonna....CUM!" she shrieked, as her body began to twitch and shake
through her orgasm.  She leaned back, pulling her nipple forcefully from
the grasp of my lips.  I held her hands, providing the stability that her
climax had rendered useless, until she finally opened her eyes, and smiled.


   "Thank you, baby.  That was great," she moaned, as she leaned forward
and snuggled softly on my chest.  I let her rest there, holding her gently,
stroking her hair, which smelled wonderful, as it usually did.

   I rolled us over.  Now she was looking up at me through her tousled
locks, with a sexy pout on her face that suggested she would like some
more.

   "Ooooooo, yes," she whispered, "c'mon baby....fuck me hard!  Pound my
little pussy!"

   I smiled as I pulled out of her, reaching down to yank her little red
panties off.  They were so small, they really weren't in the way, but they
were the only thing left between her and nudity.  Once the tiny red swatch
was on the floor, I remounted her, and she put her two-cents worth into my
positioning, hooking her wide-spread legs over my shoulders.  Her eyes
burned holes in mine.

   "Hard," she cooed, "and fast.  Don't hold back....just fuck me, baby,
and blow your wad all over me!"

   One of the things I loved about Ro is how she seemed to know exactly
when to give me permission to be completely selfish.  She'd had her fun,
already, and now wanted me to have mine.

   I did as requested, plunging hard, full length strokes deep into her
cunt.  The room filled with the sounds of animalistic rutting ; grunts,
groans, gasps and the loud slapping collisions of our bodies.  Ro's thighs
were pressed back into her breasts, her body folded in half under my weight
and the onslaught of my thrusts.  Her pussy clutched wetly at my shaft,
making slurpy, sucking noises as I pistoned her furiously.

   "Oh - god - Da - vid - fuck - me - fuck - me - fuck - me!" she gasped,
holding my shoulders tightly.

   My balls were gurgling, ready to erupt.  Her pussy was a heavenly velvet
sheath, milking me firmly, bringing the point of no return ever closer. 
She could either feel it or read it on my face.

   "Do - it - cum - on - me - ba - by!"

   Nothing could stop that now.  I pulled out, and managed two strokes with
my hand before the first stream arced through the air and landed with a
splash on her face.  A second one followed.  The third and fourth were less
robust, and decorated her chest with ribbons of pearly goo.

   I laid gently beside her and watched her scoop up and gobble my cum from
its various landing spots.  My sister....my own personal, self confessed
cum slut.  Life was good.

   ***

   The day arrived....the day when the sleazebag content of our office went
up exponentially.  The day Harrison Mills took over the Rome office.

   I came out of our bedroom, to find Ro dressed for work, reading the
paper calmly and looking fabulous.  I could see a change in her usual
attire.

   "Is this part of the plan?" I asked, walking up behind her.  The usual
bun of her hairdo had been replaced by a soft french braid.  That alone
would have caught my attention, but there was more.  Her skirt was longer,
ending just below her knees, but tighter, making her firm ass even more
noticeable.  Her usual low heels had given way to calf high boots with
spike heels.  Relatively minor changes, but they took her sexy factor up
several notches.

   "Trying to get noticed?" I added.

   "Counting on it," she answered.  "One must have the right bait to catch
a lecherous prick."

   "I'm not sure I like this plan," I replied.  "I don't like dangling you
in front of him."

   "Don't worry, baby," she whispered, caressing my cheek.  "He's the one
in trouble.  It's only a matter of time until he hits on me."

   "You're sure?  I asked.

   "Pretty sure," she said, walking into the kitchen.  The higher heels of
her boots made her feet strike harder with each step, and her boobs reacted
in the predictable manner, bouncing a bit more.  It was an attention
getter.

   "Every other woman in the building hates him already.  They'll be
watching him like a hawk, and reporting to me.  I have already made a
connection with his new secretary, Ariella, and made sure she knows all the
details of his past.  She's very attractive...slim, perky....and married,
to a big guy from a family in Sicily."

   "So....Fuhgeddaboutdit," I laughed.

   "Yeah," she laughed in return.  "Not even he's dumb enough to bark up
that tree!  He won't find anyone even remotely receptive to his
advances....except me."

   "You see, that's the part I hate.  The thought of him touching you makes
me ill," I said angrily.

   "Me too, but the thought of him getting away with everything bothers me
more." She stopped in front of me, and bounced her tits a bit.

   "I don't think he'll be able to resist those.  I wasn't able to," I
said.

   "Thanks.  I was going to say it, but I didn't want to sound too
conceited," she laughed.  "We have all the cards, baby.  He doesn't know
who I am, or that I know what he did, or that every woman here has been
warned.  He thinks he's the boss, with all the power.  He thinks he can do
anything he wants, because he has before, and he thinks he got away with it
then.  He's wrong, because we have a plan, and we know something else he
doesn't."

   "What's that, Sweetie?" I asked.

   "That hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...and that the fury knows
no statute of limitations," she winked.

   ***

   The first week passed uneventfully, at least as far as conflict goes. 
He wasted no time at all before confirming that he hadn't changed one iota.


   It didn't take him long to notice Ro.  The first time he walked into my
office, I watched him leer at her.  She was digging into a file cabinet,
and had her perfect ass available for his gaze.  Then she plunked down in
her chair, making her big tits jiggle, before 'noticing' that he was there.
She stood, and extended her hand.

   "Mr.  Mills....  Nice to meet you.  I'm Carolyn Willson....  Mr. 
Hathaway's assistant." How she managed not to gag when he took her hand is
beyond me, but she smiled graciously, even when he quite obviously ran his
eyes over her body.  She was showing just a hint of cleavage, and even from
a distance, I could see his attention focus on her chest for a few extra
seconds.

   As he turned his back and walked toward me, Ro made eye contact.  She
mimed sticking her finger down her throat.  That made me smile, which he
took as being happy to see him.  If only he knew I had a Harrison Mills
doll in my desk drawer, and plenty of pins.

   "David," he smiled, shaking my hand.  "Moving up in the world, I see?"

   Fuck you, you arrogant prick!  I thought.  I just nodded, and forced a
smile.  Thankfully, his visit wasn't social, just an introductory tour of
his new domain, and he left quickly.  Ro stepped in after he left.

   "Not exactly subtle, is he?" she laughed, shuddering.  "I feel like I
need a shower.  You okay?"

   "Yeah, I'll live," I replied.  "You?"

   "Well, he gives me the willies, but I just keep thinking of how good it
will feel when we nail his ass," she smiled.  "Try to remember....it's all
part of the plan." She was right, as usual.

   I managed to keep my interactions with Mills to a minimum, but even that
meant I had to see him at least once a day.  Once too often for my tastes,
but necessary if we were going to put the plan in action.

   As for that plan, it was very definitely in action.  Ro was taking every
opportunity to bait him, and each time he visited us, she would be a little
more friendly.

   One day, Ro walked into my office.  She was jiggling nicely, and stood
next to my desk, bending over to get my signature, and my attention.  It
would seem the one of the buttons on her blouse had come undone, letting
more cleavage come out to play.  She was using me as a guinea pig, and I
wasn't immune to her display.

   "Nice tits, by the way," I whispered, putting down my pen.

   "What?  These?" she giggled, tipping her glasses down, and putting her
hand to her chest.  "You think he'll notice?"

   "He's an asshole, and a bastard, but he's not blind or dead.  He'll
notice," I laughed.

   "I'll fill you in later," she whispered, scooping up the paperwork, and
wiggling her ass out the door.  I saw her turn down the hallway towards
Mills' office.

   "Good luck, honey," I breathed.

   A few minutes later, she was back, sporting a big smile.  She flashed me
a thumbs up, rebuttoned her blouse, and went back to work.  I understood
why she couldn't tell me what happened yet ; we needed to maintain the
illusion while we were at the office.  That didn't make waiting for an
update easier to handle.  The day was far too long.

   When I arrived home, Ro was waiting, eager to let me in on the day's
events.

   "He's definitely circling the bait," she smiled.  "When I walked in, I
nodded to Ariella, and she got on the phone, letting me deal with him
directly.  I paused at his doorway, and asked if I could come in, so I'd be
sure he was watching, then walked in and around his desk.  You should have
seen his eyes.  He couldn't stop checking out my girls." She giggled, and
cupped her breasts, just in case I was unsure of what 'her girls' were.

   "I handed him the file, and stood back, but he had questions, which I'm
quite certain were just excuses to get me to lean over, and point out the
answers that were right there.  He got a real good look, but it was what he
did after her signed it and handed it back that tells the tale.  He gave it
back with one hand, and touched my forearm with the other, then he gave me
that smile of his....the one that makes my skin crawl, and he somehow
thinks is sexy." She shuddered again.  "Anyway, we're in motion.  I'll keep
giving him the opportunity to ogle me, and see where it goes."

   Where it went was predictable.  Ro kept showing him some
skin....innocently, of course....and he kept taking liberties.  His
touchy-feely exploits went from touching her arm, to her shoulders, then
her back.  That's about when the chatting began, and I found it more
difficult to sit quietly while my sister told me what had transpired.

   "We're certainly getting close," she recapped one day.  "He's getting
pretty handsy, and even though I'm fending him off and verbally
discouraging his advances, he's still pressing forward.  He put his hand on
my ass today.  I told him to keep his hands to himself, and he gave me the
old standard 'you're so beautiful I can't help myself' excuse.  If he only
knew that every time he opens his mouth, he's being recorded, and digging
his own grave."

   Ro had been carrying the spy pen with the digital recorder in it for
about two weeks now, and there was a considerable file of downloaded audio
on her computer at home.  She was doing another download one day when I
came home.

   "Come here, honey.  You should hear this," she called when she saw me.
She pressed play.

   I heard Ro's voice first : "Mr.  Mills, please don't touch me like that!
What makes you think you can do that?  It's even worse since you're
married."

   "Yes, I'm married, but what my wife doesn't know won't hurt her.  She
trusts me," he said, the arrogance dripping from his voice.  "As for why I
can do it, don't forget who you work for, Miss Willson.  Give that some
thought."

   "Take your hands off me!" she gasped, and I heard a slap.  "The next one
will be your face!"

   "You can go now, Miss Willson.  Think about your job.  I can make your
life so much easier, or I can make it hell," he sneered.  "It's your
choice."

   Ro smiled.  I wasn't so happy.  Listening to that bastard groping my
sister would have been bad enough, but since Ro and I were much more than
just siblings, it was torture.

   "Where did her touch you?" I growled.

   "My butt," she replied.  "David....remember, this is the plan.  What we
have already is enough to get him fired, but we want him to pay a higher
penalty, right?  He destroyed your marriage, and while I'm happy to be the
beneficiary of that tragedy, that doesn't mean he should get away with it.
He hurt you, and he's completely unrepentant.  That can't go unpunished."

   "Okay Sweetheart," I said quietly.  "I just feel so helpless."

   "I know baby," she whispered, "but you're not alone.  You're part of us,
and we are far from helpless.  We're leading him exactly where he wants to
go, and when he gets there, he'll give us what we need to bury him."

   ***

   I didn't sleep well that night.  Ro's reassuring words and comforting
embrace notwithstanding, I felt the way I had been after learning of my
wife's infidelity.  Having been down this road with Harrison Mills before,
I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that consumed me.

   ***

   The next morning, Ro had a request for me.

   "Baby, I need you to push his buttons a little," she said.

   "With pleasure," I said, standing up and flexing my hand, forming the
fist that I was more than happy to use on him.  "You want him unconscious,
or just damaged?"

   "Easy there, Sweetheart," she laughed, patting my chest and calming me
down.  "I said push his buttons, not punch his nose!  I know you really
want to deck him, but we have him right where we want him.  We'll punish
him in a better way." She sat down beside me and took my hand.  "I just
need your help to nudge him into action, but you need to stay in control. I
understand it's going to be difficult, but I know you can do it."

   I sighed, and smiled.

   "Okay, honey.  I'll do it," I said, feeling the stress slowly drain
away. "I should know better than to argue with you.  Besides, if your plan
for him works half as well as your plan to get me, he's a dead man." I
looked at her and she grinned.

   "I see my methods have been discovered," she giggled.  "Are you voicing
regrets?"

   I took her in my arms and kissed her, letting all my feelings for her
pour out through my embrace.  The kiss lasted a minute or so, and made Ro
melt in my arms.  When I finally pulled away, she sighed.

   "Mmmm, wow.  That was nice," she breathed.

   "Did that feel like regret?" I asked.

   "No," she whispered, "it certainly didn't.  We may need to continue this
conversation in the bedroom."

   "If we did that, we'd be late for work," I laughed.

   "Hmmmm, yes.  Quite a quandary," she giggled, kissing me again.  "Now
where was I?"

   "I'm supposed to push his buttons, not break his nose," I replied.

   "Right," she laughed, regaining her focus.  "He likes fucking women,
yes, but what really gets him off is exerting his power.  He did it to you
once, and I'm betting he absolutely won't be able to resist doing it again,
especially to you.  He wants to show you he can take anything you have, and
you're powerless to stop him."

   "But, we're not, right?" I asked.

   "You're catching on!" she said.  "So, you go confront him.  Get in his
face.  Tell him you're not going to let him do it again.  That will pretty
much guarantee he'll try, and when I resist, he'll probably want to tell me
how smart he is.  Arrogant assholes like him always think they have it all
figured, and when he blows his own horn, his ass is ours."

   So, with today's strategic planning complete, we headed for work, in our
usual staggered arrival pattern.  I was going to be confronting Mills in
the morning, and Carolyn would offer herself up as bait in the afternoon,
and the bait was very tempting.  She was wearing the little red bra, again,
which was the next best thing to being braless.  After I wound him up, he'd
be all over her, and we'd get the last nails for his coffin.

   I was up first, and I was nervous.  I hoped that I could keep my
emotions under control when faced with being in the same room as him.  I
wanted to appear angry, but not be angry.  Ro knew I needed a pep talk.

   "Here baby," she whispered as she handed me the spy pen.  "You know what
to do.  Just follow the plan.  He'll probably say some things that will
hurt, but be strong.  He's saying them to try to get a reaction, and you
control your reaction." She looked around for prying eyes, and finding
none, kissed me softly.  "Go get him."

   I gave Ariella a nod of acknowledgement as I came in, and walked past
her desk.  She was with us in her attitude about her boss, and busied
herself minding her own business.  I knocked on his door, then stepped in
and closed it.

   "Harrison, we need to talk," I said sternly, taking a seat.  "It's come
to my attention that you still have a problem keeping your hands to
yourself."

   "Says who?" he asked, taking one shot at feigning innocence.

   "Don't insult my intelligence.  We both know that you've been sexually
hrassing and assaulting my assistant Carolyn.  Did you think she wouldn't
tell me?"

   "Did you think I'd care?" he gloated.  "It's my word against hers, and
I'm the boss.  Whose word do you think they'll take?  As for her telling
you....so what?  You couldn't do anything about it when I was fucking your
pretty wife, so what makes you think you can do anything now?"

   That's it...  Run your mouth.  I'm sure your wife will love to hear how
you lied to her about the last time you got caught with your dick where it
shouldn't be.

   "I think I'll take that pretty assistant away from you," he continued.
"I'm sure she'll come around once she sees the benefits of working for me.
Damn, but she's built, not that a pathetic wimp like you would notice. 
I'll bet her tits are even nicer than your wife's were." He smiled a
particularly evil smile.  "I wonder if she'll like it up the ass as much as
Kate did?"

   You smug, deluded bastard, I thought.  Part of me was enjoying this,
listening to him hang himself.  Part of me wanted to rip his head off and
shit down his neck.  Right now, the latter part was stronger, and I
desperately tried to reign it in as I stood up, and stepped toward the
door.

   "I won't let you get away with this again," I growled.

   "Yeah, yeah....just get your ass out of my office," he smiled, with a
dismissive wave, "and send Carolyn in later."

   Oh, she'll be in later, but not for the reasons you're thinking.

   By the time I made it back to my office, my hands were shaking with
rage, and Ro was waiting with a hug and a kiss as soon as the inner door
was closed.

   "You did it, Sweetie," she cooed soothingly.  "Your part is done.  Now
it's my turn to finish him off."

   "Yeah," I exhaled as I sat heavily in my chair.  "Are you sure it
wouldn't have just been easier to shoot him?"

   "Easier, yes, but not nearly as much fun!" she giggled, adjusting her
blouse.  "I'll be out here if you need to talk about anything.  I'm going
to wait until this afternoon to get those documents signed by him.  It
should be the last time."

   ***

   I arrived at home a little later than usual that night, having stopped
on the way to pick up the dinner that Ro ordered.  Apparently, we were
celebrating.

   I walked in to find my sister, hair still damp from her shower, sitting
on the couch, and smiling from ear to ear.

   "We should eat first, before it gets cold," she said quietly.  "We can
talk about this afternoon later."

   And so we did, eating in virtual silence.  To me, at this point, there
was little else to talk about.  I guess my tension was visible.  Ro reached
across the table, and touched my hand.

   "David, honey....I know this has been incredibly difficult for you,
dredging up old feelings, and dealing with him.  I'm sure that having me be
the lure in our plan has been a case of déjà vu that you could do without.
Thank you for trusting me enough to allow this to play out." Her hand was
still on mine, feeling soft and warm.  It was comforting, but her next
words were even more so.

   "It's over.  We have everything we need.  The only question now is when
to put him out of your misery.  I assume sooner would be better?"

   "Is years ago soon enough?" I blurted out, before I realized how it must
have sounded to her.  It finally penetrated my skull, and I immediately
regretted saying it.

   "Oh, Ro....I'm so sorry!  I didn't mean that the way it sounded....I'm
so happy we are together, and I wouldn't go back.  That was just the anger
and pain talking.  Can you forgive me?"

   "Of course, David," she said.  My words must have stung, but she let it
slide off without showing the effects.  "If you want to listen to the
recording, just click on play, but I should warn you....it's pretty nasty.
He bragged about what he did before, just like I thought he would, and he
put his head in the noose himself, but it's going to be painful for you to
hear.  Are you sure you want to?"

   "Sure?  No," I shook my head, "but I should hear it.  I know it will
hurt, but it's over now.  It's just history."

   Ro nodded, and stood up, walking over to the kitchen peninsula where her
laptop sat.  She picked it up, and brought it back to the table, taking a
seat beside me.  She took my hand in hers, and looked at me lovingly.

   "Ready?" she asked, her finger hovering over the enter key.  I nodded.

   Harrison Mills was an arrogant, evil, philandering, misogynistic
bastard....and apparently quite proud of that fact, because he made no
effort to conceal it.  As Ro had predicted, he couldn't resist telling her
that he'd done this before, and always got away with it.  He threatened her
job if she didn't cooperate.  All the while, he tried to touch her, and she
told him to stop.  I heard her tell him to take his hand off her breast. 
Then a slap.

   "Mr.  Mills, if you keep this up, I swear, I'll tell your wife about it!
" Ro said on the recording.

   "Go ahead," he laughed.  "That stupid bitch believes what I tell her,
and I'll tell her the same thing I always have....that you came on to me
asking for a promotion, and I turned you down, so you're making it up. 
She's clueless.  Always has been."

   Ro stopped the recording.

   "There's more, but that last bit just sealed his fate," she smiled.  I
can't believe there's a woman on the planet who'd let her husband blatantly
disrespect her like that.  I've met his wife in passing, and there's no way
she'll put up with this.  He's done."

   "So," I laughed, feeling the weight lift, "tomorrow afternoon?  Does
that work?"

   "I think so.  Now, take me to bed, please," she asked, standing and
taking my hand again.  "I think we've earned a nice evening together, and
there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms."

   That sounded like a wonderful idea.  We made love for hours, then slept
blissfully until morning.

   ***

   I woke to the smell of breakfast cooking, as was often the case. 
Somehow, today was different.  The sun seemed brighter, the birds more
joyful, and when she entered the room, Ro's smile was more dazzling than
usual.  There was no doubt about the reason why.

   The clock was ticking on Harrison Mills, and he didn't even know it. 
Hallelujah.

   The only bad thing about the day was that the clock wasn't ticking fast
enough for my liking.  It seemed as though it was moving even slower as the
time approached, but that was a discussion for another timeline, one in
which Einstein is still alive.

   Late afternoon rolled around eventually, and Ro came into my office,
taking her seat quietly.  In her hand was a small digital recorder, and on
the recorder was a file that we had titled 'Harrison's greatest hits'.  She
smiled and winked at me.

   "Shall we?" she asked.

   "Fuckin' A!" I replied, and together we walked over to his office. 
Ariella was still there, and gave Carolyn a hug.

   "Good luck," she whispered to us.

   Ro stepped over in front of his office door, and knocked.  I stood to
the side.  His voice from inside asked who it was.

   "Carolyn Willson, Sir.  May I come in?" she asked innocently.

   "Carolyn?  Why, of course.  Do come in," he answered.  You could hear
the lechery in his voice.

   Ro opened the door and stepped in.  Mills' face lit up lustfully, only
to darken when I followed her in.  He didn't say anything.  We both sat
down quietly and waited.

   We waited.  We waited some more.  Mills wasn't talking.  It seemed like
he was hoping that if he didn't say anything, we'd go away.  Not a chance
in hell.

   "What's wrong, Harrison?  Suddenly out of insults and sexual innuendos?"
I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer.  I nodded to Ro, who pushed
the button on the recorder.  A few snippets of his voice rang out in the
quiet room, and I watched his face redden with anger, only to blanch white
when he heard himself calling his wife a 'clueless, stupid bitch, who
believed his lies'.

   "Those are illegal recordings, taken out of context," he grumbled. 
"They'll never hold up in a court of law.  You have no real proof at all of
any sexual harassment, let alone assault." As he rambled on, he seemed to
gain confidence, as though buying his own desperate bullshit.  "You're
finished here....both of you.  Clean out your desks, and get out." He
picked up his phone and punched a button, but no one was there, which was
the whole idea of waiting until this late in the afternoon.

   "Mr.  Mills, " Carolyn began, "This is just a small sample of our
evidence against you.  Given your history of complaints that have been
filed against you, I am quite sure the company will agree that there is a
basis for action here.  Of course, that's assuming we decide to go that
route." She leaned forward a bit, and glared at him.

   "I understand that you have a past indiscretion with Mr.  Hathaway's
wife, and I have you admitting to that on here as well.  So, you arrogant,
misogynistic pig....What makes you think this is going to court?  I think
your wife should have the privilege of standing in judgement over you."

   The silence returned.

   "Cat got your tongue, again?" I asked.  Still no comment.  "That's fine.
I like you better when you keep your mouth shut, so you just sit there and
listen." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye contemptuously, but I
remained calm, sitting comfortably back in the chair, with my legs crossed.
Ro was right ; watching him squirm was more fun than watching him die would
have been.

   "First....if you ever speak to Miss Willson in a disrespectful or
sexually harassing way again....these recordings are going to Head Office,
and your wife, " I said calmly.

   "Second....if you every touch her again....you can guess where the
recordings go.  If I ever hear that you've treated another woman in such a
manner...ever....your wife will know what a piece of shit you really are.
Any attempt to recover the evidence....and threats against either Miss
Willson or myself ....any behaviour that could be construed as less than
total contrition....it all goes public, and trust me, there are several
copies of the recordings, just waiting to be mailed out."

   "Is that it?" he sneered.  "I do all this, and then you don't tell my
wife?"

   "Harrison....I'm quite sure any divorce lawyer with half a brain could
use what we can give him and take everything you've got.  No pre-nup, and
admissions of adultery....you're toast, to say nothing of possible criminal
charges as a sexual predator.  If I were you, I'd ask if there was anything
else you could do for us, to keep us happy."

   "Actually," Carolyn spoke up, "there is one more thing you can do.  It's
not fair that I am the only one to be protected from you.  You destroyed
Mr. Hathaway's marriage ; I think you owe him something more than just your
promise not to do it again."

   "Uh huh," he answered, staring blankly out the window.  "What would that
be?"

   "Your resignation," she replied evenly.

   Mills eyes snapped back to Carolyn's face.

   "Dream on!" he laughed.  "I'll fight you."

   "You might want to think that over.  If we were to talk, you could end
up divorced, broke, with no pension, and a cell mate with a fanny fetish,"
she smiled.  "It's your choice, of course.  Maybe you'll like getting it up
the ass." He stewed silently for a minute.

   "This is for you," Carolyn said, pushing the recorder across the desk to
him.  "Retire, recommend Mr.  Hathaway to replace you, keep your pension,
and keep your past a secret.  Or test my resolve, and lose
everything....because, I'm not bluffing, and I'd love to see you twisting
in the wind.  Mr.  Hathaway will get the promotion on his own merits soon
enough, of that I'm sure.  So do yourself a favour, because I'd personally
like you to fight us, so everyone will know what you really are."

   "Take your time with the decision.  Tomorrow morning will be fine," she
laughed as she stood, and we left together, leaving the door open.  As we
turned out into the hallway, the digital recorder crashed into the wall
beside us, shattering into a million pieces.

   "Gee," Ro giggled, "he seems upset!  I wonder why?"

   ***

   "I want to thank everyone for coming here today," Mills said with a
smile.  "I know I'm a relatively new addition to this office, and as such
haven't been able to get to know all of you as well as I would like, but
you've made me feel very welcome in the time I've been here.  I'm afraid
that I won't be able to continue as President of this location, as I will
be stepping down shortly for personal and health reasons.  However, I'm
sure you will be in very good hands under the direction of your new
President, a man whom I have personally chosen to take the reigns, and with
whom I've been working for the last month to make this transition go
smoothly.  You already know him, so without further ado....  David
Hathaway!

   It was quite the exit speech.  Magnanimous, self-effacing, and for those
of us who knew better, sickeningly insincere.  I was at the back of the
room, standing with Carolyn, and exchanging looks of veiled disgust at a
few of his comments.  When he announced me, I walked through the crowd,
joining him at the front.  I looked at him, trying to disguise my contempt,
and he stepped aside.

   What followed was a pretty stereotypical speech to the troops.  You
know.....thanks for your cooperation in advance, my door's always open, I'm
sure you'll make me proud, you work with me, not for me....the usual. 
Carolyn remained at the back of the room, trying not to look too proud of
herself, and accepting the congratulations that came her way from the other
secretaries.

   After our conversation, the day we told him he was busted, he had put up
no resistance, telling us the next morning that he would be meeting all our
demands.  It was hard to claim that his own voice was false evidence, and I
suppose once the initial anger wore off, the enormity of the situation must
have been more than his ego could bear.  He was positively meek, following
directions without question.  I had been running things from my office for
the last three weeks, but in the companies eyes, Mills was training me as
his replacement, hence the long transitional period.

   Finally, the day arrived, and everyone gathered for the usual farewell
party.  Ro and I put in an appearance, glad-handing for a while, before
retreating to my old office to complete some paperwork.  The party wound
down, and Mills said his goodbyes, leaving for the last time.

   Only then did we venture into our new office.

   ***

   It's amazing how much better I felt.  Harrison Mills was officially
gone, as of a few hours ago.  Monday morning would be our first day as
President and 'First Lady' of the Rome office, although that particular
part of the saga was known only to us.  We had been meticulously careful
not to reveal our relationship while at work, but there was cause for
celebration, and we were the last to leave.

   I was sitting in my new chair, a very comfortable leather version with a
high back.  It felt very 'presidential', and Ro was wandering around the
room, looking at the bookshelves and warm woodwork.

   "I've never had a chance to really look around in here," she laughed. 
Her back was to me, and her firm rump rippled with each step as she trailed
her fingertips along the smooth casing around the door.  She closed it, and
turned to face me.  "I usually had to keep my eyes on him, not the room."

   There was a familiar look on her face, but it was previously unseen in
this location, usually having only been seen in our bedroom.  I had a
feeling 'strictly business' was about to be suspended for the evening.  She
tipped her glasses down, and smiled, reaching up to free her hair.  It
tumbled over her shoulders as she strutted toward me, swinging her hips in
a more exaggerated manner.  She breezed past me, closing the blinds behind
my desk, and I spun my chair to watch.

   When she turned back this time, her blouse was open almost to her waist.
She licked her lips as she stepped closer, putting her glasses on the
corner of the desk, and perching on the edge in front of me.

   "Terribly cliché, I know," she whispered, "but how'd you like to fuck
your secretary?  I am so horny!"

   "Ro, my dear," I replied as I stood up, "that's like saying water is
wet, and fire is hot ; it's a foregone conclusion.  You're always horny."
She gave me a sheepish look, then grinned.

   "Interesting choice of metaphors," she giggled, welcoming me into her
arms with a kiss, "as I certainly am hot, and wet." She laid back across
the desk, pulling me down with her and continuing our embrace.

   "I guess this would be a bad time to point out that it was more of a
simile?" I said between kisses.

   She fixed me with her lusty gaze, and smiled.  "Shut up and kiss me!"
she laughed.

   You know the problem with having sex on a desk?  The desk.  It's hard,
uncomfortable, and far too short for a big guy like me.  Still, Ro did look
delicious laid out like a tempting buffet of sexuality, so I decided to
risk it.

   Several minutes of intense kissing followed, during which my hands
explored her body as though I didn't already know every inch, and most of
her clothing was dispatched.  Ro had, as usual, planned ahead, and her
attire reflected that fact ; everything either opened in the front or
unwrapped from around her easily.  Her flaming red locks spread around her
head on the desktop like a halo, contrasting against the dark colour of the
wood.  The halo effect was in direct contrast to the devilish look in her
eyes.

   "I find myself in need of something," she giggled, batting her lashes at
me, "to satisfy my oral fixation.  I don't suppose you could suggest
anything that might help?"

   With her spread across the desk in all her nearly nude glory, the
prospect of watching her lips inch slowly along my cock seemed particularly
appealing.  She smiled up at me, and I smiled back, unbuckling and
unzipping quickly.  While I shed clothing, she twisted slightly on the
desk, finally hanging her head back off the edge, eyes closed, mouth open
awaiting her prize.

   I positioned myself, holding my dick just inches from her face.  Her
lips were moist, inviting me in, and her tongue fluttered, eagerly
searching out the object of her desire.  I eased forward, rubbing the head
of my cock across the smooth skin of her beautiful face, before finally
relenting and pushing into her mouth.  Her moans vibrated around my shaft
as it slid deeper, and deeper.  I felt the gentle tickle of her breathing
on my balls as I pushed into her throat.  This upside down position made it
easier for her to deep throat me, and the feeling was exquisite.

   Her hands were on my hips, directing my motions as I slowly slipped in
and out.  I placed my hands on her full, firm breasts, thumbing her thick
nipples to full erection, and causing more of those delicious
reverberations to course through my cock as she groaned softly.

   "Oh fuck, Ro, that's so good," I breathed, gently stroking into her
mouth and throat.  I pinched her nipples, and she moaned again, sending an
almost electric surge through my loins.  "Shit!  Be careful, baby...unless
you want me to explode?"

   "Mmmm hmmm," she nodded.  "pum mm mouf."

   Funny how there's never a dentist around when you need one.  Since
they're used to understanding the mumblings of people who have a mouthful
of stuff, maybe they could translate.  Alas, none were to be found, but
Ro's hands were trying to make her meaning clear.  She was pushing and
pulling, fucking my cock into her inverted mouth eagerly, all the while
moaning in anticipation of her treat to cum.  I mauled her breasts in a
less than loving fashion, and felt the pressure building in my balls.

   "Shit!  Oh fuck!" I grunted.  "Get ready......gonna cum!  NoooOOW!"

   Part of me felt guilty, spewing my load into her mouth in a purely
selfish display of pleasure, while she laid there so beautiful, receptive
and unrequited.  That part was drowned out by the roaring freight train of
ecstasy that was my orgasm, as I drained my balls into her sucking and
swallowing mouth.  Spasm after delicious spasm wracked my body, while my
cock twitched and flexed between her red lips, spraying hot jizz down her
throat in a seemingly unending tide.  At last, the deluge stopped, and I
withdrew on trembling legs to drop into one of the guest chairs.

   My beautiful, darling sexy sister remained, laying in place with her
head drooped backwards off the edge of the desk.  A small trickle and smear
of semen went from her lips up across her cheek.  Her long, red hair
dangled almost to the floor, and her big boobs quivered with each
recuperative gasp of air.  Her eyes opened, finding mine to gaze into, and
she flashed a huge, upside-down smile.

   "That was different," she laughed, finding the renegade cum on her
cheek, and licking it off her fingers.  "Was it good for you?"

   Words failed me.  I flashed her a thumbs up.

   "Good," she said, lifting her head and sitting up slowly.  "Ooooooo
fuuuuck....Head rush!"

   When she had recovered, she stood, and dropped all her undone but still
present clothing on the office floor.  Once naked, she took a seat in my
desk chair, and began to gently finger her juicy pussy with her feet spread
wide on the desktop.  I quietly walked around behind her, and looked down.

   "Excuse me, Miss Willson!  What do you think you're doing?" I growled,
in as authoritative a tone as I could manage without laughing.  She looked
up, feigning embarrassment.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she giggled, scrambling out of my chair.  She
turned, perching her sexy bottom on the edge of the desk.  "I didn't mean
to steal your chair, Sir."

   "Well....I do have work to do!" I smiled as I sat, pushing her softly
onto her back.  Her pretty pussy was no doubt the best 'paperwork' this
desk had ever seen.  She rested her feet on the arms of my chair as I
rolled into position to fill out the forms in triplicate.

   I inhaled deeply, her scent so intense I could almost taste it.  A small
droplet of juice trickled slowly toward her ass, but I intercepted it
before it could get too far, licking her softly.  She was delicious, as
always, and I had to admit that eating her like this was going to be more
comfortable than the way I usually did it.  Much easier on the neck, I
wondered how many times I could get her off like this.

   With that in mind, I pointed my tongue, and traced the moist contours of
her yummy cunt, dipping occasionally into the gap between her pouting lips,
which were becoming more engorged and swollen by the second.  Ro's hand
gently gripped the back of my head as she moaned.

   "Oh David, that's it baby.  Lick my pussy.  Your tongue feels so good,"
she hissed.

   Since I wasn't exactly checking my watch regularly, I don't really know
how long I spent camped between her luscious thighs.  It was long enough
that a small puddle of my saliva and her natural gravy was forming under
her bum.  Long enough that my tongue was getting a bit cramped, and her
snatch was gaping open wider.  Long enough that her moans of joy had become
exhausted whimpers, because it was long enough to get her to cum four
times. I gave her clit one last caress with the tip of my tongue, and the
hand that had been holding me close started to push my head away.

   "Stop!  Please, god....stop!" she gasped.  "My clit is on fire!  I can't
take any more!" She lolled her head from side to side.  "No more."

   I sat back in the chair, wiggling my jaw to work the kinks out.  Ro's
legs hung limply as she rested in place, catching her breath.  I watched
her for a few minutes, then leaned over her.

   "Ro, you're the best assistant any executive could ask for," I
whispered, kissing her softly, "and not just because you're the planet's
best cocksucker.  I'm going to miss you."

   She sat up, looking at me, confused.  "Miss me?  Why would you miss me?
I'm not going anywhere!"

   "The company doesn't like spouses to work together," I said evenly.

   "Spouses?" she giggled, eyes open wide.  "Oh David!  Yes!  Yes!  Of
course I'll marry you!" She leapt to her feet and virtually bounced into my
arms, nearly knocking me over.  She hung, feet flailing excitedly, from my
neck, kissing me madly.  I let her down gently when she broke the kiss.

   "I'm glad you don't need me down on one knee," I laughed, "because it
would be a little weird doing it naked."

   "David," she giggled, "you just proposed to your sister.  I think weird
just got redefined a bit." She seemed to think for a minute then added.  "I
guess Mom and Dad won't be attending the ceremony!"

   "Mom, Dad, anyone from work....I'm thinking the only ones there will be
us," I said.

   "That's okay," she smiled, leaning back on the desktop.  "The only ones
that matter are the two of us...much like right now." Her legs spread
slowly open, finishing her thought quite eloquently.

   When I stepped into place, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and
pulled me in with her heels as she reached down and guided my cock home.  I
slid smoothly balls deep, and she moaned softly, urging me down for a kiss.


   Sex is a lot of fun, isn't it?  The euphoric release of endorphines that
accompanies orgasm is intoxicating, addictive....and an empty thrill, when
compared with true emotional connection.  That's what I was feeling right
now, and I truly believe Ro was as well.  Months ago, we had begun this
journey with physical explorations of each other's bodies, then professed
our love for each other, each step increasing our emotional link.  Now, an
oath of commitment to each other had completed the process, and I could
sense the change.

   It was gentle, languid, and so hot it almost defied belief.  I stroked
smoothly into her, while she undulated her hips in subtle circles that
received my thrusts as naturally as breathing.  Her pussy rippled, a
muscular embrace that escalated my arousal quickly.  I wasn't alone.

   "O-o-o-o-o-h-m-m-m-m-m-y-g-o-o-o-d-d!" she hissed, her voice a quivering
breath of ecstasy.  Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and she moaned as
she came, while I sprayed her inner walls with my own climax.  We shuddered
through our mutual orgasms, holding each other close, until I needed to
withdraw.  My legs were wobbly as I sat down.

   I rested my head back against the chair, catching my breath while I
watched my cum drip slowly out of Ro's pussy onto the rich wood of the
desktop.  A very erotic sight, one I never tired of.

   I was sitting there with a faraway look on my face when Ro finally sat
up, having recovered sufficiently.  My sister noticed.

   "What's up?" she asked, sitting gently on my lap.  "It would appear
there's some serious thinking going on in there," she added, kissing my
forehead.

   "Yeah, sorry," I replied.  "I just feel a little guilty.  I know we made
him pay a price for chasing you, and for ruining my first marriage...but it
almost feels like we're letting the bastard off the hook.  Sure, we got
revenge, but in the end, he still hasn't really been made to atone for his
actions.  We benefited, but we used his behaviour to help ourselves, not
get justice.  Does that make sense?"

   "Yes darling," she laughed, then looked down, a bit ashamed.  "I was
going to tell you this....but you kind of distracted me with the whole 'eat
me and fuck me on the desk, then propose routine'!  Anyway, I was feeling
kind of the same way....that's why I emailed his wife with a few audio
clips.  Just the ones that will piss her off enough to make his life hell.
The ones where he insults her and admits to fucking around before.  For
now, anyway.  She shouldn't be living with that prick, not knowing what
he's done."

   "I see we think alike," I laughed, smiling at her.  "Not that it should
be a big surprise."

   "No, I don't suppose it should be," she whispered, resting her head on
my shoulder.  Several minutes of silence followed.

   "Are you sure I can't be your assistant and your wife?  Can't you change
the rule?  After all, you're the President, right?"

   Hmmmm.  Good point.

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