So I won’t go heavily into the backstory but this is the story of John (52m), my dad’s bbf since college very graciously hired me as a personal secretary as a side job during uni. He’s a very overconfident Middle Aged man with a bit of a dad bod, cheesy jokes, salt and pepper hair and beard and a flirtatious attitude that wore me down after a while. Flirts, winks and pats broke the ice and a particularly stressful day for the business had us both knackered and me rubbing his shoulders. He eventually kissed me after and one thing led to another. Now we’re the last two people to leave our small office and show room and once everyone else is gone he fucks me over his desk and dumps a load either in me or across my face. Then I go back home to my dad who will, within five minutes, ask “how’s John?” and I’ll say, “good when I last saw him.”