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the milking wheel

... worked together. Recently, she began teasing me- flirting with me- even as we worked. Or at least that is what I thought was happening. She would sit with her dress slightly hiked up so that I could see the top of her thighs. Or she would lean over the table across from me so that I could see her beautiful breasts beneath her silk blouses. Once, she even put her hands on my shoulders and leaned over me from the back. Her hair was brushing against my neck and I could feel the heat of her breath as she asked me to recheck some insignificant point in the article I was studying. I knew that by law, I could not return her teasing. The very actions which were acceptable for her, were forbidden to me. I could not tease. I could not flirt. I could not even call her by her first name, but had to address her as Miss Williams. I knew the law, but I was still a male and what my mind knows and what my body knows are two different things. We were reviewing a case together. It was a divorce matter and the grounds were failure to satisfy a female properly in a sexual manner. The evidence was primarily depositions that described the sexual activity where the lesser spouse- another change in the POWA laws, husbands were now, "the lesser spouse"- the lesser spouse was not able to fully satisfy his lawful partner as required by the new Healthy Marriage Act. Such failure under the HMA was grounds for divorce. The depositions were page after page of descriptions of the lesser spouse massaging, ...

... eating, sucking, and otherwise attempting to bring the Womyn to climax. After over an hour of reviewing these depositions, Marlina stood up and walked over behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders and rubbed slightly. Then she bent over and whispered in my ear, "You would be able to do a much better job for me, wouldn't you?" Then she slid her tongue into my ear. I didn't know what to say. Almost anything I said- even outrage at her actions- would be in violation of POWA. My mind was in total turmoil. So was my body. I could feel my prick tenting against my pants like a solid pole. As she stood back up, she blew on the back of my neck and whispered, "later." Just as she returned to the other side of the table, Abigail Roberts walked into the room. Mistress Abigail was one of the senior partners of Roberts, Roberts and Smithfield. "Have you forgotten that a subordinate is supposed to stand when a superior enters the room?" she said icily. I sat frozen to my chair. If I stood my erection would be obvious, and that erection would be proof of unlawful thoughts concerning Miss Williams. I tried to mumble something about the content of the depositions on the table in front of me, but she yelled "Stand!" and I automatically rose to my feet. Her gasping intake of breath told me that I was in deep trouble. "So," she said angrily, "I see that you cannot be trusted to be alone in the room with a decent young Womyn without having lustful and i*****l thoughts about her." There was a ...