I spent the rest of the morning pottering around at home and chatting to Alan, I didn't even feel bad anymore that I was fucking his wife's brains out and turning her in to a totally whore. He said he'd enjoyed the driving job and the cash was handy as he was off pub, as per usual and asked if I could sort him out with more runs.
"My pleasure Alan, I'll let you know when I get more work," I told him as he headed out the door to the boozer.
Somewhere along the line if I was going to fulfil all my sexual fantasies with Fiona I'd have to get rid of Alan somehow or get Fiona to throw him out, but that was something that would have to wait.
Just after lunch I dialled Fiona's direct number at work and she picked up on the second ring.
"Hello, Fiona speaking," her sexy voice said in to the phone.
"Whore, how's your day been at work?" I asked abruptly.
"It's fine thank you owner," she said back.
"Is your pussy and knickers still wet?" I asked.
"Yes owner, they are damp still," was her reply.
"How's Mark been with you?" I enquired.
"He's been ok, he keeps catching my eye and smiling at me," She said.
"Good, did you enjoy playing with yourself in front of him?" I began to probe her.
"No owner I didn't like it because I'm is manager and he now knows I act like a whore, he could make it bad for me at work," she said almost trying to make me understand her reasoning.
"Don't you worry about that whore, I'll see you at five," I said and hung up the phone.
I met Fiona right outside her work at bang on five o clock but I didn't pull off straight away, " Has Mark left yet?" I asked.
"He's on his way down," she said.
"Good when he comes down shout him over and take your knickers off in front of him and place them in his hand," I instructed her getting more and more excited by making Fiona do these degrading things.
She looked thoroughly dejected but replied, "Ok owner," just like she knew she should do now.
We had to wait about three minutes for Mark to stride through the foyer doors looking like a confident man who'd had a great day at work.
"Shout him over whore and tell him you have a present for him," was my next instruction as the window wound down by my control.
"MARK," she shouted not alerting him, "MARK, MARK," she shouted twice a little louder each time grabbing his attention on the third shout stopping him in his tracks.
A big smile spread across his face as he strode over with more purpose than ever. As he stepped up close and leant in the window Fiona did as she was told to the letter.
"I've got a present for you Mark," she started to say as she lifted her skirt up and bum off the seat.
"Oh yeah!" he smirked looking down at Fiona intently.
"I want you to have these," she said as she pulled her still damp knickers off and put them in his hand, "I'll see you in the morning in the car park, please don't be late," she said.
I was even happier with her little speech as she'd added the word 'Please' which to me almost made it sound like she needed and wanted Mark to be there, Fiona was learning quick what was expected of her when she was to act like a whore around me.
"I wont be late," Mark managed to say as the window went up and I pulled away, I watched in the rear view mirror as he brought the knickers to his nose and inhaled before heading off to his car.
"Finger your cunt all the way home whore, Alan's been on the piss so he'll be asleep while we fuck downstairs," I said turning back to the road as I listened to the familiar sound of her fingers in her wet hole.
The next morning we were again both up early and as instructed by me later the previous night Fiona arrived downstairs naked clutching her clothes for the day. She handed me her bra as she knew that wasn't going to be necessary right away
but proceeded to dress in the rest of her work clothes.
She had on a red lace blouse that showed her areola and nipples through when she didn't have her bra on and she had matching red flimsy French knickers on under her pencil skirt that zipped down the back.
