Knowing that you’re the secretary down on the third floor, I’d head down there at lunch time and catch you going down the elevator for lunch outside, like I’ve noticed you always do. I’d get on the elevator with you, and after our passenger gets off on the 2nd floor, I’d hit the elevator kill switch between first and second floors. Then I’d turn you around to lean against the wall, unzip my pants and pull out my cock, lift your skirt and pull down your panties, then slowly insert myself into you and begin fucking you. But I’d stop before either of us came, and ask you if you’d like to meet me at the Iron Horse for dinner that night. I would tell you that I love you and thank you for the picture and then fight the urge to show all the guys the beautiful woman that I am playing with, before asking you for your permissioin to show them. Then I would send the pic to my email so I have it before having to delete the message before I got home and my wife saw it. I would immediately go to the bathroom, not even to a stall, just in front of the big mirror, unzip my pants, me in my nice pants and button down, take out my cock and take a pic, send it to you, tell you I'm leaving early and coming over to take that pussy for the rest of the afternoon. Would tell my boss im coming down with something,"probably rabies?" Rush home from work and take you from behind! "Probably stick on that ass like a toad!" Do my best to injure my spine,dislocate my ass thrusting at that speed! While you pant, bark,snort,whimper,whimney and whine. If I didn't mind being dishonest (and how would they find out, anyway?), I'd say to the boss: I feel sick and have to go home. I can't imagine them saying OK, if I said, "I am feeling so good I can't stand it anymore; I have to leave now. See you tomorrow."