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This story took place twenty ago when I went away with a female colleague of mine, to a business conference. During the conference, we were both required to give a speech to the large group, about a project our company had just completed. Normally, I had given these speeches alone and was a bit annoyed that I was told that I was to do it with a junior member of our staff. However, my boss thought that we would have good chemistry together.Prior to the trip, Margaret and I had worked long hours together on the presentation we were to give and although I looked for any mistakes she might have made, that would have given me reason to keep her from presenting with me, she did pretty good. That didn’t stop me from giving her a hard time about things every chance I could.During the week of the convention, Margaret and I spent our entire days together, giving the presentation and mingling with our fellow attendees. Although Margaret was able to handle her own when it came to company business, when an important client spoke about figures, she knew that I was to take charge and handled the deal. Each night, we went out to eat and had a few drinks.On one particular night, at a Mexican restaurant, it seems we both over did it with the margaritas and really loosen up. What began with talking about her being single, slowly faded into our love lives. By the time we reached our fifth margarita, we were talking outwardly about sex and sexual fantasies.Margaret took a long gulp to finish off her drink, leaned in and asked, “What is the most memorable thing that ever happened to you, in terms of kumköy escort bayan sex?” Her eyes seemed to glow with curiosity.It was my turn to polish off my drink in one, large swallow. I leaned into the table, in an effort not to be heard by the other diners around us, and explained that when I was in my senior year of High School, I had a teacher that would sit in a high desk that had an open front, while she taught her lessons. Because the chair was so high up, the teacher’s legs were at eye level with the students sitting in normal desks. Luckily for me, my desk was positioned directly in front of hers. I began to get flush as I confessed to Margaret, who was herself leaning into the table so she didn’t miss a word, that a few weeks into the semester, I looked up from my notes and realized that I could look right up the teachers skirt. I then explained to Margaret that although I would hate to reveal to her my true age, that this was during the sixties, when the skirts were quite short. At first, all I saw was her knees because she had her legs together.I went on to explain that, as the teacher spoke to the class and shifted in her chair, I would get many different views of her panties and her pubic mound, covered by the undergarment.  I sat back in my chair and explained to my Margaret that since that day, I have developed a fetish for women in skirts and for glimpse up their skirts.Margaret beamed from my candid confession and motioned to the waitress to bring two more drinks. Margaret broke the eerie silence that came upon us by blurting kumköy escort out, “Hell! I was going to tell you about the time I gave my boyfriend and his friend blowjobs in my living room while my mom and dad were in the kitchen!”At that point, we both laughed and changed the subject. Later that night, after I got a chance to sober up, I began to regret telling Margaret of my encounter.During the last two days of the conference, Margaret seemed different to me. She seemed to have taken more charge whenever we spoke to clients, as well as during the presentations. Although she had dressed in business attire on the prior days of the conference, the way she wore her makeup and hair those last few days made her look older and more authoritative.When we got back to work the following week, the president told us how well we did and suggested that Margaret work on more projects with me. One day, rather than have my assistant proof read a report I had created, I sent it directly to Margaret to read over and add her portion of the work to it.When I returned to my office, I found that Margaret had returned the report with corrections on it. To make her point, she had used a red marker to circle grammar and spelling mistakes. I thought it odd but I chalked it up to how Margaret may make corrections to her other reports. However, when I checked my answering machine, I received a message from Margaret stating that, “She was not happy with the quality of my work and thought I could have put more effort in the writing.” She added that she would be out of the Escort kumköy office for most of the day and insisted that I see her at her desk after work to get it right.I became defensive and couldn’t wait to put her in her place. I was the senior manager and she was going to be put back in her place? I tried to contact her for most of the day. When she finally did answer her phone, she cut me off, told me, “It will have to wait until I saw her later that day and that she will call me when she was back in the office.”The day could not go by any faster. I waited for Margaret to return. As everyone else from the company began to leave for the night, I sat and seethed, waiting for the call from Margaret. Finally, just as I was about to leave, I got the call from Margaret, stating that she was in the boardroom and demanded that I get there immediately.When I flung open the big oak doors, I saw Margaret standing in front of the room in a grey business skirt, what seemed to be an extremely white, crisp blouse and black high heeled shoes. She looked incredible. She had pinned her hair back into a bun behind her head and she was wearing bright red lipstick and thick rimmed glasses. She looked much older than her thirty years.She met me with a stern voice and told me to sit in front of her and listen to her teach the lesson. She also told me to remain quiet and pay attention or she will have to discipline me. I immediately remembered back to the restaurant and of my confession about my teacher.I could not resist. I sat in my seat and stared at the woman in front of me. I had to admit, I began to get aroused by the sight of Margaret in that attire and the control she had forced on me.Margaret began writing on the white board on the wall. As she stood with her back to me and taught a lesson on proper writing skills, she allowed me to sit and watch her tight ass move about her.

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